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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ──── wednesday addams & vampire!reader
── tags. blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end.
── word count. 1595
a/n. first wdw in weeks, wow... just a small thing for my vampire fellas. | masterlist
Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.
Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.
“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”
“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”
“Now that you do, stop it.”
“I can’t control it.”
Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.
You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.
“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.
“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”
Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.
Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.
“Wends…” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.
The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.
Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.
“Take it.”
“No.”
“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”
The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.
All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.
The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.
Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.
“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”
“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.
Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.
“I profoundly hate when you do that.”
“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.
“Stop talking. It’s an order.”
You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”
“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”
“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”
Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.
It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.
For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.
She needed you as much as you needed her.
Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.
Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.
“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”
A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.
The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.
Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.
Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.
Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.
Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.
Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.
“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”
As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.
“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.
“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”
Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.
“As you wish, master.”
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— HEAVEN AND BACK
pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader
warnings: smut, lesbian sex, bondage, sensory deprivation, degradation (just a little), strapon referred to as cock, wednesday is a sadist, all characters are aged-up
summary: wednesday addams is cruel in many ways - you know that better than anyone else
word count: 1.2k
a/n: buckle up y'all, the wednesday smut agenda starts today
"Is this loose enough?" The ravenette asks softly, perfectly manicured digits gently caressing your chin.
You flex your palms where they're tied behind your back as you sit on the bed, making sure the blood flow in your hands isn't restricted, before nodding.
"Good," her eyes darken, and the hold she has on your face turns rough, fingers manhandling your jaw to look up at her, "Because that's all the movement you'll be allowed tonight."
You whine in dismay, pulling at your restraints, and the leather digs into your wrists, leaving you whimpering and tugging at the cuffs in another poor attempt at freedom.
Wednesday draws in closer, moving to sit on your lap, stocking — clad legs swinging over your thighs . You're thankful for the fleeting moment of seeing her like this, and you try to catch as much of her as you can, wanting to engrave the image into your brain— she's fully clothed, a display of composure and dominance, dark hair in the usual tight braids, her starched blouse hanging off her shoulders with buttons undone, and, as your eyes slide down over her milky breasts and lower, you're painfully aware that the ravenette has disposed of her panties, her skirt the only thing keeping you from seeing her perfect pussy.
Her picture is marvelous, but the way Wednesday eyes you up like a hungry beast is so dirty, and she has to bite her lip to restraint herself, but it's half - hearted — the only one needing restraint tonight will be you.
The black blindfold is silky against your skin when the ravenette presses it to your eyes, and you feel all your senses skyrocket when your sight is restricted — the smell of the girl in front of you overtakes, and it's darkly woodsy, so herbaceous and smoky and so Wednesday. She pulls back, admiring her work — you look so perfect like this, all tied up and pretty for her enjoyment, for her to take as much as she needs — and take she will.
The collar around your neck tightens as the ravenette holds the leash in a tight grip, and you hear her hum pleasantly at the way you gasp. Small palms pressing into your shoulders, she hovers over the silicone cock that's tightly strapped to your pubis, and proceeds to slowly lower herself down. Wednesday is never above teasing herself, pressing her pretty cunt against the bulbous head, and it spreads her lips as she lingers on the toy, inches from sinking onto it but not quite there yet. You wish you could catch a glimpse of her heat, wetness dripping down the thick shaft and no doubt mixing with your own.
She enjoys the deprivation as much as you do — well, to a certain degree, as, unlike you, she gets to see your writhing form, the way your bruised lips waver with every shaky inhale you take. Wednesday inches her face closer to yours, gasping into your half - open mouth rasply, and you almost go delusional.
Her lips barely graze yours, and you can sense it, the way she sinks onto the girth agonizingly slow, and you groan as you feel Wednesday sigh into your ear, the gentle feeling making goosebumps rise up your neck. She bares her pearly whites to nibble at your earlobe, silencing herself, and oh, how cruel the girl above you is, robbing you of her prettiest sounds, your only consolation in such a predicament. You wish you could touch her, knead the supple flesh of her thighs with your palms, maybe even inch closer under her skirt to swipe your finger through the warm slick between her legs. God, anything, anything to feel her.
“So pliable… so obedient, offering all of yourself to me, letting me use you however I desire…” Her voice is low and husky in your ear, and wetness pools between your legs at her words.
She sighs again, and this time you feel her breath on your lips, making the urge to kiss her burn deep in your guts — but you don't dare act out of turn, keening subtly with furrowed eyebrows, hoping she can understand your pathetic pleas. Wednesday grants your wish, pulling you closer by the leash to press her plump lips against yours in a hot kiss, hands moving to rest on your shoulders, fingers flittering around and brushing the back of your neck. Tongues roam over teeth, and your breath turns gasping and eager.
When Wednesday's plush walls squeeze around the toy, she pulls away from your mouth, dark lipstick smeared, and moans, breathless, right by your ear, and the soft sound is so gorgeous you think you might cum just from hearing it. She’s devilish – you know she’s doing it on purpose, completely aware of what her timbre does to you. Her thighs rest on yours, pretty cunt swallowing your fake cock to the base, fluttering around the thick shaft, and she can barely keep herself together at the feeling of being so full of you, finally.
You want to grasp her thighs tightly, sink your nails into her skin and push her down onto the length roughly, but she just won't allow it.
Not today.
"I almost forgot what it feels like to be stretched by you," she murmurs, and you shiver at the low tone of her voice, body arching into hers, feeling the ravenette's soft tits press against yours, "So good... My willing little fucktoy.”
"Oh, 'Day," you pant, mouth hanging open and watering at the humiliating insult, "Wanna touch you so fucking bad, please."
Wednesday can’t deny you the pleasure – she tugs on the leash, pressing your face into her neck, and you nuzzle into it, inhaling deeply. You leave an open - mouthed kiss on the creamy flesh there, and Wednesday cranes her neck to expose more skin — you indulge, peppering kisses along her throbbing vein, relishing in her steamy breaths. Lips skim over her collarbones, over the swell of her perky breasts, and you don’t waste any more time to wrap your hot mouth around one of her nipples, tongue out to suckle and stimulate the girl further.
The ravenette leans her free hand against your knee behind her back, the cold touch on your warm skin making you shudder, her other hand still holding the leash as she slowly raises her hips until only the head is inside of her and lowers them back down, filling herself back up, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
Even though Wednesday's pupils are blown wide and her fringe messy, the tingling sparks of pleasure almost enough to make her swoon, she doesn't let go of her control — grabbing the back of your head, the girl above you tugs forcefully, your mouth leaving her breast with a wet pop, lips delightfully swollen and covered in spit.
"Enough of that." She murmurs, and raises her delicate hand to your mouth, pulling your bottom lip down and tapping against your teeth. You comply, allowing her entrance, and Wednesday smiles, watching you lap at her thumb, gently and languid, tongue swirling around the digit.
"Touch has to be earned. You'll have plenty of opportunities to do so yet."
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Y/N: Wends, you need to learn to share!
Y/N: So, if you have ten biscuits and someone asks you for one?
Wednesday: I would still have ten biscuits
Y/N: And if you have ten biscuits and someone takes one?
Wednesday: Ten biscuits and a dead body
Y/N: *sighs*
Y/N: What if you have ten biscuits and I ask you for one?
Wednesday: Then I would have five biscuits left
Y/N: Five?
Wednesday: Of course, I would give you half of them
Y/N: *actually touched*
Y/N: *smiles*
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jealousy’s a beautiful thing
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any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18
wednesday addams x reader
18+ : smut; fingering, thigh riding, knife kink, blood kink, choking, dom!wednesday, possessiveness, jealousy
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Wednesday’s eyes always find you when you’re in the room, whether it seems as though she’s paying attention or not - she is. Though she’s not one to be so outward with her displays of affection, it’s a way for her to know you’re close, that you’re safe and maybe she feels a slight warming in her heart at the way you laugh or how you furrow your brows intently with your nose in a book as she writes.
But this watchful nature can come with downsides and it’s securely in Wednesday’s grey realm of feelings to be jealous, though she’d not felt it often until you it wasn’t what she would call unpleasant. The annoyance that makes her clench her jaw when someone hugs you the way only she should be allowed to. Or when her sights burn into lingered touches to your arm and it gives her ample motivation in archery practice, imagining the arrow burying itself in the heart of those that angered her.
So Enid being your closest friend doesn’t always bode well, Wednesday knows just how much that girl loves hugs and though you’re not quite as cuddly you’re not one to shy away from some physical affection from those you’re closest to.
It doesn’t usually annoy her this much but seeing you being flirted with earlier in the day whilst the two of you shared coffee at The Weathervane - she’d got you hooked on quads over ice - just added to her daily distaste. Then Enid interrupted you.
Though she might not admit it, Wednesday’s favourite part of the day is the time you spend together. You read and she busies herself at her typewriter, checking in with one another with notes on what you’re doing. The quiet comfort was her favourite, she was often alone in her love of the silence.
But your hour of quiet was dampened with the sunshine that is Enid Sinclair, a bounce in her step and a grin on her face after what Wednesday could only imagine to be a nauseatingly cheery afternoon with her friends. Instead of lounging on her own bed she stepped over to you, flopping down onto Wednesday’s bed with her head landing on your shoulder.
You let her stay there, listening to her excited retelling of her day while your girlfriend tried to continue with her writing, sparing glances over at you every few minutes. She loved the way you smiled along with Enid’s ramblings and how you laughed lightly every now and then. But the arm you’d draped behind Enid’s back and the colourfully painted nails that fiddled idly at a thread in your jumper were much less appreciated.
It made it difficult for her to type, cracking her knuckles in aggravation with the gritting of her teeth at the sight of you casually stroking your fingers through her pastel pink hair. She wanted to be the only one to be that close to you, the only one to be held by you, so close that your perfume is all you can smell.
She’d had enough of it for today, you were hers and if you’re going to touch anybody it’s going to be her.
“Don’t you have plans with that dreadful boyfriend of yours?” She spoke, turning in her chair to face where you both lay.
“Nope. Well maybe later, he’ll probably text me soon - or I could text him or-“
“Yes. Text him.” She nodded, following her with her eyes as she grabbed her phone giddily and grinned at the screen. “I will never warm to the sound of your giggling whilst you text. It makes me want to bury my head in cement.”
You huffed a laugh at her words which she reciprocated with that slight smirk you love so much.
“Well, luckily for you two I’m leaving. I’ve got a movie date with my dreadful boyfriend.”
“At least you're self aware.”
“See you later - don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!“ Enid shouted smilingly as she left with waves goodbye from the two of you.
“If we can only do what she does, what’re we left with? Crochet and pop music?” You muttered much to Wednesday’s amusement.
“Perhaps we could paint each other’s nails and practice jumping up and down in excitement.” She deadpanned before turning back to her desk with a pensive glint in her eye.
“There’s something on your mind.” You voiced, so matter of factly she was taken aback at how well you truly know her.
“I suppose that’s what you’d call it.”
“Tell me.”
“She touches you too much.”
“Oh, I see what this is about.” You smirked. “Wednesday Addams, my ray of sunshine girlfriend, is jealous.”
“I am not jealous. I just don’t appreciate wretched humans admiring what belongs to me right in front of my face. If I didn’t have self control that drip coffee drinking imbecile would have received a fork to the back of his hand.”
“You do enjoy stabbing.”
“I should be the only one you cuddle with like that - I hate that word please never make me say it again. Seeing you so close to anybody other than me makes me want to swim with piranha, you are mine cara mia.” She’d inched closer and closer towards you with her words until she was kneeling beside you on the bed with her dark eyes focused on yours.
“That’s practically the definition of jealousy, babe.” You laughed while the back of her nail traced over your cheek and her knees planted themselves either side of your body.
“Jealousy or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine.” She returned with her lips ghosting yours and her palm cupping your cheek.
Her kiss was firm and possessive, pent up annoyance from the day being let out with a nip of her teeth at your bottom lip. Her tongue licked into your mouth tasting faintly of black liquorice and her hand slid down to the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your throat in a way that only made you pull her closer. You grasped at the back of her zip up hoodie, pulling her hips into yours and her chest flush against you.
Wednesday let you push the article of clothing away, letting it fall on the ground as your hand brushed over the skin of her bare arm. Her own hands pushed beneath your shirt, climbing upwards across your skin while the attack of her lips on yours never wavered, only stopping to rid you of the clothing.
They returned to the line of your jaw, her breath warm against you, kissing a path to your neck where she sank her teeth into the flesh beneath your ear. She could feel the throbbing of your quickening pulse as she sucked a mark into your skin, soothing the sting with a soft lick of her tongue.
“If you like being so touchy, I wonder how long you can go without touching me. Just how desperate are you?” She mused with her breath tickling the shell of your ear.
Her thumb swiped over your swollen lips as she looked down at you hungrily and somehow, in her mysterious fashion, she’d produced a shining silver knife, hand clasping the decorative handle.
“I do find you rather captivating.” She breathed with the point of the blade tickling your cheek as she dragged it across your cheekbone and downwards to stroke across your jaw. “And silver looks so pretty with your pristine skin.”
You could only gawp up at her breathlessly with your mind hazy with the way she drank in the sight. And just as you went to lift your head to kiss her again she swiftly moved the knife with a disapproving shake of her head, flattening the blade against the thin skin of your throat, so dangerously close when you gulped.
“Just how much do you want to kiss me, hm?” She asked you with the corner of her mouth twitching upwards, hovering her face mere centimetres above yours, just out of reach. “I can practically feel the thrum of your carotid artery.” She uttered and the way she grinned made it clear she knew it wouldn’t scare you, on the contrary, it filled you with an odd sense of macabre desire.
You craned your head slightly with a sharp inhale of breath at the realisation of how close to the sharp metal you truly were. But she’s just so irresistible and her eyes just lured you in, plump lips pink from your kiss and her hair slightly messy from moments before.
“I’d bleed for you if it meant I could have even one more taste.” You murmured, throwing out any care you once had in favour of lifting your head, failing to hold back the small moan at the back of your throat from the pleasurable pain as a drop of crimson red slid down to your collarbone from the cut of the knife.
“Just when I think I couldn’t care for you more, you say something so morbidly poetic. Mi querida, made just for me.”
Her tongue poked out to slide through the blood and she hummed at the taste, pressing her lips to the wound with a suck that made your chest arch into hers and your hands tangle in her raven locks.
“Shit, Wednesday.” You sighed at the feeling, shocked at how good it felt.
When she pulled away her pupils were blown wide with lust and her lips were wet and coated in blood, a beautifully twisted sight that sent a rush through your body. When she claimed your lips again you tasted the metallic flavour, her hands were strong on your waist and the scraping of her nails made you shiver until she palmed at your breasts through your bra. You’d never seen her quite so ravenous, so hungry for you that she opted for a slice of the knife through the fabric of your bra to pull it from your chest.
Her fingertips pinched at your nipples roughly, the sensation made your hips lift into hers, grasping at her bare back beneath her shirt, pulling it over her head as soon as you could. You drank in the sight above you, beautifully pale skin clad in black underwear.
Breathless kisses with smacks of lips was all that could be heard in the dorm room, heavy breaths and sporadic groans as it grew more heated with fumbling hands tugging at the waistband of her trousers. It was a flurry of movements as you both unburdened yourselves of the material, even less of a barrier between you and it felt so good to have skin against skin.
You pressed kisses over her neck, down to her collarbone with your teeth grazing her skin as she sighed above you, dancing her hand down to nudge at the hem of your underwear before dipping down to stroke through your folds.
“If only I knew before just how riled up I could get you with a knife to your throat.” She whispered at the feeling of your soaked cunt on her fingers. She reveled in the way you moaned into the crook of her neck at the push of her digits into your pussy, curling inside you deliciously with a nudge at your sweet spot that made your hips buck upwards into her hand.
Her thumb put pressure onto your aching clit, drawing circles over it with the twinge in your belly growing by the second and her svelte fingers wrapped around your neck dominantly. She squeezed away the breath in your throat and your eyes rolled back at the sensations washing over you, she watched your reactions intently, how your neck twitched with an inhale of breath beneath her thumb when she smeared the blood across your skin.
And how your lips latched around her crimson coated thumb when it prodded at your mouth, licking clean the pad of her thumb with the iron taste on your tongue. Her cheeks held that flush of colour only you got to witness, a faint scattering of pinks from her arousal, from the feelings only you bring out of her. You’d not quite seen her like this though, staring down at you like she was starving - a predator at her prey. Her breath was shaky, a feral look in her eyes that didn’t go unappreciated by you.
It had sparked something in the both of you. Just the sight of you beneath her made her hips roll themselves over you on instinct, underwear covered cunt pushing over your thigh desperately just to try and relieve the ache between her legs. She could feel you clenching around her fingers, basking in the melody of your whines with small grunts of her own tumbling past her lips.
She replaced the thumb in your mouth with her lips, so hasty and sloppy, neither of you able to catch your breath.
You could feel how her actions were stuttering with how near she was to her release and you were too. You pushed your hand between you, moving the material of her underwear to the side to push your fingers into her soaked pussy, instantly swiping your thumb over her throbbing clit. It didn’t take much for the both of you to topple over into orgasm with moans into one another’s mouths, tongues swirling together in messy kisses as you rode through.
The next few moments were quiet, waiting to be able to breathe again in a daze from what just happened. Perhaps bringing out the envy in Wednesday should be a regular occurrence?
“If you’re thinking about making me jealous again, don’t.” She rasped with her face hovering above yours and her body propped up on her forearms.
“Oh, so you were jealous?” You grinned, brushing strands of hair behind her ear.
“No, I wasn’t.”
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YOU'RE MINE, CARA MIA 🕸️📌
(Jealous!Wednesday x Fem!reader)
> You are her love, no one else makes her feel the way you do. You have made the young Addams fall hard for you.
🕸️ It seems like Xavier has been flirting with you, And you were maybe a little to oblivious to see it since Xavier has always been this nice to everyone, or at least that's what you think.
📍What Wednesday saw was red. Red. She did not like the way he interacted with you. It makes her wanna commit unspeakable offenses to him.
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You we're quietly reading a book [that Wednesday happened to gift you] while waiting for your love to arrive.
While you were reading you felt a presence behind you. As you were about to turn around to see who it was, they put an arm over your shoulder and leaned closer to you.
They did it so quick that you couldn't even register any of their actions. You would be lying if you said that the sudden action didn't startle you.
"Y/N, hey!" Oh, it was just Xavier. "Oh, hey. You startled me a little" you awkwardly laughed, closing the book you were reading.
"aw, shit sorry" Xavier gave you an apologetic smile. "Hey, it's fine. Don't sweat it" you laughed it off as to not make him feel too bad.
"So, whatcha doin' in here, all alone?" He asked sitting beside you. He was a little too close so you moved a little to the side to make some room, you didn't really like the fact that he was so close.
Oh boy was that a bad idea. You hadn't realized that you moved a little too much, causing you to slip. You were expecting a nasty crash but to your surprise, you didn't fall at all.
You opened your eyes to see Xavier holding your arm so you wouldn't fall. "Gotcha" Xavier said giving a playful wink and pulling you back up.
"Oh haha, thanks! You really saved me there." You say giving him a smile. "No problem" he says giving you somewhat of a flirtatious smile.
"Oh uhm back to your question, I'm actually waiting for Wednesday" You spoke. Xavier was too enticed by your soothing voice that it took him some time to register what you just said.
"Xavier? Hellooo, Xavier? You good?" You questioned him, waving a hand in front of his face.
Xavier soon broke out of his trance. "Oh- uh, really?" He stuttered out. His face as red as a red spider Lily.
"You seem tense, you okay?" You asked genuinely concerned. Xavier has been suspected to be the Hyde even with no evidence, you thought that maybe he's been getting distracted because of all the allegations.
"Yes- no- uh, I'm not feeling too well-..." He replied, scratching the back of his neck. He stayed quiet for a bit as he was thinking of what to say next.
"Do you want to...I don't know uhm, come with me to the nurses office? I wanna make sure I don't have the flu or something" he chuckled, he was very much hoping for you to say yes.
"Oh! Well-" just before you could finish your sentence, Somebody cut you off. "No. She will not accompany you. You're old enough to go by yourself, Xavier."
Wednesday. Wednesday was the one who cut you off. You were glad that she finally arrived – and for saving you so that you wouldn't have to come with Xavier.
To be completely honest, you didn't want to come with him. It's not that you hate him, no. You just felt like something was gonna happen if you did happen to come with him.
"Wednesday?" "Xavier." The burning fire in Wednesdays eyes. She looked like a venomous snake about to attack it's enemy. They both looked at each other with such intense gazes that you felt the need to stop them before things get...dirty.
"Hello Wen!" You say with a closed eye smile in attempt to subside the tension. "Hello, N/N." She moved her gaze from Xavier and back to you. Her Intense gaze softened, your plan worked.
"Is this idiot bothering you? - yes? Well, don't worry, he won't be around to bother you any longer." She says, she looked like she was planning something.
Knowing Wednesday, she was probably thinking of a plan to somehow harm Xavier. "No! no! Uhm we were just talking, that's all!" You smiled, trying to convince her that he didn't bother you. Otherwise, It would be bye bye Xavier.
"Yeah! and I was just trying to-" Wednesday, once again cut him off. "Shut your mouth. I didn't ask you." She says glaring at him "Plus, I see the way you look at sweet N/N."
'Sweet?' wow, a lot of things were going on in your head. Did she really just call you sweet? It was such a surprise, considering the fact that she doesn't even like calling you lovey dovey names, she usually calls you by your name or by your Nickname.
"I saw everything. From when you startled her to when you asked her to accompany you to the clinic. I know your intensions, Xavier."
Wednesdays already cold gaze became even colder as she stared at him. Xavier felt a shiver run down his spine. "You wanted to confess to her, didn't you?" She says folding her arms in front of her chest.
"well- uh- fuck! Forget it! You ruined my plans!" Xavier says stomping off angrily. Wednesday soon glanced at you, oh shit. This is the day I die. You thought.
You started to pray Inside your head. "Calm down. I'm not gonna kill you, let alone hurt you." She says letting her arms fall to her side.
"thanks? By the way, me and Xavie-" Wednesday shushed you and told you that she saw everything. Oh, and to not say that idiots name.
Wednesday tugged- no, pulled you closer to her. You've never been so close to her before. You enclosed the remaining gap by pulling her in for a hug. It was quite tense at first but, both of you melted into it quickly.
Just as both of you were enjoying the silence, she whispered something in your ear that made your face burn up in heat.
"You're mine, cara mia."
a/n:
Okay, everything was so tense but I somehow managed to push through (´ . .̫ . `)
I wrote this at like 12 a.m so my grammar is just kinda everywhere. Like I don't even know what I'm saying (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Again, I didn't proofread it so I apologize for any mistakes and such
As always, Thankyou for reading, I luv u all!!! xoxo 🎀 - unforgettwble-sumii
©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.
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Pervasive Humor
(Y/n): it seems Eugene has come down an unfortunate case of Ligma…
Wednesday: Ligma? Is that a new form of poison?
(Y/n): Ligma Balls!
Wednesday: …
(Y/n): get it? Ligma? Balls? Wednesday? Wednesday? Babe? Baby? It’s a joke, Cmon I—
Wednesday: ..
(Y/n):.. I’m sorry, babe please put the knife down, Cmon let’s talk—
Enid watches from the window as Wednesday chases (Y/n) down.
Enid: I swear they’re perfect for each other.
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My Eyes
Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x reader, mentions of Enid Sinclair x reader
Summary: Wednesday likes you and she’s finally gotten tired of dealing with your one-sided relationship to Enid.
Warning(s): Angst
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: I’ve never written a fanfic before but I wanted to give it try, kinda nervous but let me know if I should give writing part 2 a try. This fic is loosely based on the song My Eyes by The Lumineers. Reader’s character is heavily influenced by Gaara from Naruto. Since all the actors are +18 all the characters are aged up to +18. Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes in advance :P
It was late in the day when Wednesday heard someone knocking at her door, she was in the middle of writing her novel but she could still pay attention to everything that happened right after Enid had opened their door.
“Hey, are you ready to go out now? Sorry for coming a little late Yoko was showing me these new sunglasses she got-“ she heard Y/N begin to say before Enid had intervened mid-sentence, “oh actually I can’t tonight, I promised Ajax to help him with… studying, I’m so sorry that I forgot can we reschedule for another time?” Enid asked with an apologetic voice.
You’ve got to be joking.
Wednesday tried her best to block out the interaction suddenly feeling burdened by having the ability to multitask. Although if Wednesday had looked she would have been able to see you glance over at her in her seat before looking back at Enid giving her a smile and nod in response, Enid hadn’t given you a chance to do anything else as she gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as thank you before dashing out of the room.
“Guess you’re stuck with me again,” You said walking over to Wednesday’s bed and letting yourself get comfortable.
“Leave me alone, bother someone else tonight.” Wednesday said promptly, this had been happening for as long as she’s known the pair. You would come to see Enid and take her out on a date but the busy werewolf always had something else going on so she’d cancel on you and leave. That wouldn’t have been much of a big deal to Wednesday if it wasn’t for the fact that every time that happened, she’d been forced to hangout with you instead.
“ ‘Y/N of course you can stay’ really? thank you so much ‘no thank you’ of course Wednesday anytime,” you said to yourself mimicking Wednesday who sent you a glare in response. “Oh come on Wednesday I really like hanging out with you, please?” You begged, Wednesday scoffed preparing herself to say no but after seeing the smile on your face she felt herself giving in immediately.
How insipid of me, a stupid smile? Seriously?
“Shut up and let me finish writing then or I’ll bury you alive somewhere no one will find you.” Wednesday threatened, you did a small cheer knowing that was her way of saying yes to you.
‘I really like hanging out with you’ Wednesday heard your voice playback in her head making her skin crawl, she tried not to pay too much attention to some of the things you’d say to her but it was hard. They were genuine, but not in the way she wanted them to be. To Wednesday it started off as mere fascination in investigating what power you had, the first time she met you was out on the balcony of her shared room with Enid on her first day at this god awful school.
Wednesday came back to her room with the intentions of arranging her half of the room in a way she’d like. The pale girl nearly hurled at the amount of color her half of the room displayed when she took notice of a dark figure outside her window, she made her way over to the balcony making sure her footsteps were inaudible because she had the intentions of threatening the unknown intruder. She readied herself with a nearby dagger she unpacked earlier that day before stepping outside through the window that had been cracked open wide enough for her to sneak out of.
There stood a tall girl overlooking the school from the balcony view, Wednesday gave her a once over seeing that she’d been wearing what looked like comfortable clothes and not something of a would-be-assailant. Black sweatpants with a burgundy pullover, and strangely enough a small light brown gourd on her back being held up by black cloth. Wednesday was about two feet away when she felt something crawl up and around her hand, it enclosed itself tightly around her fist hard enough for her to drop her dagger.
“What the hell?” The girl turned around seeing Wednesday slightly struggling to get out of her restraint. Wednesday watched as the sand slipped off her hand, between her fingertips and towards the girl in front of her, it retreated behind her in the direction of the small gourd.
‘Sand manipulation? Interesting.’ Wednesday noted carefully disregarding her fallen weapon that the other girl had finally taken notice of.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” Wednesday asked in a flat tone, studying her intruder’s appearance immediately taking note of her dark under-eyes.
“Did you just try to stab me? Are we not gonna talk about that first?”
“I don’t know you, how else was I supposed to approach you?” To be fair nothing even happened Wednesday would have only stabbed her if this stranger had been a threat, not that she’d completely ruled the possibility of that out yet. The room was assigned to Enid and her; and not whoever stood in front of her at the moment.
“So you’re Wednesday Addams? I’ve heard about you, but I didn’t think you’d try to stab me on your first day here” the taller girl laughed picking up the dagger, “oh wow is this made out of 1095 carbon steel?”
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business.” Wednesday quickly added.
“This is impressive.” The girl told Wednesday handing it back, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N” Wednesday gracefully accepted the dagger back and went back inside her room not wanting to continue the conversation.
After that Wednesday hadn’t seen you again until the following day, somehow the girl with the gourd was able to leave her room undetected.
Wednesday walked out of the infirmary enraged after having been beat by Bianca when all of a sudden she’d heard something shift above her, she could do nothing but watch as the heavy decorative gargoyle came speeding down towards her.
“Wednesday look out!” she heard Y/N shout from somewhere in front of her, a taller body crashed itself forcefully against her. Your left arm wrapped itself around Wednesday’s waist keeping her from falling back, your other arm quickly but gently guiding Wednesday’s head against your chest.
Wednesday couldn’t see anything because of the hold that you had on her but she heard the gargoyle break well above her, the pieces landing all around. Wednesday stood there for a few seconds, disgustingly and confusingly enough enjoying the way your warmth enveloped her smaller frame.
‘I don’t even know her,’ Wednesday mentally gagged to herself never having experienced something like that before.
“Are you okay?” You asked worriedly freeing Wednesday from your hold and grabbing her shoulders firmly checking her over for any possible wounds.
“I didn’t wanna be rescued.” Wednesday said shoving your hands away from her. The sand that’d been acting as a makeshift shield above her slowly started to retreat behind your form once again back into what she assumed was the gourd you always carried on your back.
“And you know what? I really don’t care about what you want.” You rolled your eyes dismissing Wednesday’s blunt attitude and just like yesterday she chose to ignore you, walking in the direction of her room.
“Can I follow you?” Wednesday heard you ask, she didn’t respond back expecting you to take the hint but much to her dismay you followed anyways.
“Why?” Wednesday asked you abruptly after a few minutes of walking in silence, assuming that the raven haired girl was talking about not only the incident from not too long ago but also about how persistent you were to be around her you simply replied “because I can and… I’m curious about you.”
That’s what Wednesday would tell herself once she started to look for you whenever you weren’t around.
‘She’s strong, she’ll prove herself useful in my investigation’ she insisted the first time she caught herself wandering Nevermore’s campus in search of the insomniac.
Wednesday remembers the day her curiosity should have been pacified. She’d finally found out where you derived your strength from, why then did it only invigorate her need to know more?
Wednesday had just barely started working on her novel when she caught sight of you falling asleep on her bed, no matter how many times she threatened to gut you for invading her personal sanctum you continued to do whatever you wanted.
“You have little to no regard for your life.” Wednesday once told you.
About nearly halfway an hour later Wednesday stopped typing her novel to pay closer attention to the other presence in her room. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling rhythmically underneath the checkered blanket that Wednesday owned, your hair slightly messy from moving around restlessly not too long before, your soft lips slightly ajar with small steady breathes escaping between them. Wednesday’s eyes snapped back to the typewriter in front of her, her cheeks dusting with slight color at having caught herself admiring you while you were napping.
Suddenly without warning you began thrashing in your sleep, groans of pain filling Wednesday’s ears. Wednesday out of instinct shot off her seat like a bat out of hell making her way towards you, your groans were getting louder as if something was hurting you.
“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” Wednesday sat right beside you as you cried out in pain, “Y/N wake up right now.” Wednesday demanded shaking you harshly with both her hands, she didn’t like this, she didn’t like the way her chest squeezed with sudden apprehension at the sound of you in obvious agony.
It took a few more seconds for you to wake up but they felt like hours to Wednesday.
You shot up from the bed gasping for air, your hands immediately finding Wednesday’s who thoughtlessly kept them firm in her grasp, you both spent the next few minutes sitting in silence.
“I’m sorry if I scared you.” You apologized letting go of Wednesday’s hands to cover your face in shame.
“You didn’t scare me, stop hiding.” Wednesday started off waiting for you to put down your hands before imploring the situation further “I’ve only ever seen my uncle fester do that in his sleep, did you have a nightmare?”
“Well sort of?” You hesitated unconsciously avoiding eye contact with the pale girl sitting in front of you, “it’s not that simple.”
“Well then make it simple,” Wednesday said immediately wanting to take her words back after seeing the crestfallen look on your face “just try okay?”
“If I sleep… this thing sealed inside me tries to take over.” In search of comfort your hand slipped into hers, what gave you the idea that’d been okay to do? To Wednesday Addams no less.
“What thing?” Wednesday asked trying her best to not be affected by your hold on her but it felt… nice.
How unsettling.
“I’m from a hidden sand village deep in the Chihuahuan desert, it’s unmarked and protected from most outsiders but that doesn’t stop ‘other’ things from finding it. My mother was about six months pregnant with me when this vicious sand demon attacked our village, people kept dying and they were having trouble finding out how to kill him when my father found out that he could seal him in someone.” Wednesday sat patiently waiting for you to continue, she could tell that you didn’t want to by the way your hand that wasn’t in hers clenched her blanket firmly.
Nobody but principal Weems and Enid knew about your personal life, everybody else in the school had their assumptions about how you were able to control sand and where you were from but all of them were wrong. Most if not all just assumed that you were a witch.
“He forced someone to seal the sand demon in me while I was still in my mother’s womb, it forced her to give birth prematurely and she died not too long after. I was cursed with this presence in me that I couldn’t control at first, I still can’t sometimes that’s why I look like I barely get any rest. If I sleep he tries to take over, I can only control him while I’m awake. I have this enchanted straight jacket that principal Weems gave me, that keeps him from taking over but it’s not exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep in.” You admitted looking down at your hand that was still being held by hers, feeling grateful that she was still letting you. You knew she hated physical touch but you’re sure she was excusing it this one time in her attempt to comfort you.
And it did comfort you.
“This sand demon you’ve been cursed with, has anyone ever tried to sedate it?” Wednesday wasn’t sure about how to help, containing it even more was the second thing that came to mind… killing it so it would never bother you again was the first.
“Everybody’s usually been too afraid to try. I’m sorry that I fell asleep here, usually I take naps in a private room at the nurses office, she’s scared of me but she usually wakes me up before it gets too bad. I’ll leave you alone.” You said hastily beginning leave before being shoved back down by the rather strong ravenette beside you.
“It can try to scare me but I’m sure you’ll find that’s close to impossible. Sleep, I’ll wake you up.” Wednesday ordered giving you a look that only dared you to say no, not wanting to provoke the dangerous girl sitting in front of you, you silently agreed giving her a small smile.
Wednesday got up from her bed, prepared to continue working on her novel when she felt your hand grab her wrist, if it’d been anyone else she would have already threatened to cut it off with a hatchet.
“Wait, can you uh- can you just sit here for a bit? Just until I fall asleep?” Wednesday glanced down at your hand, making you let go so fast she could have thought that she burned you.
Wednesday stayed silent sitting back down beside you again her cold heart slightly fluttering at the thankful look you gave her, you quickly got comfortable in her bed right after.
As much as Wednesday tried to avoid her growing attachment to you she couldn’t.
‘How troublesome of you’ Wednesday thought when you unconsciously grabbed her cold hand in your sleep.
It seemed obvious to everybody but Y/N that Enid had taken an interest to Ajax, Wednesday angrily wondered what it was that you saw in her. It’s still a line she’d never cross but it still annoyed her that of all people she could have ended up tolerating in that way; ended up being her best friend’s girlfriend.
Wednesday knew she wasn’t always the easiest person to be around but you were always around. Were you oblivious to the notion that Wednesday could treat you better? That she’d been treating you better? Or was she just something you’d fall back to whenever Enid wasn’t around? I mean to everyone else that only seemed logical; Enid was your girlfriend and Wednesday was just a friend.
A friend… was that really all you saw Wednesday as? Of course you did. Why else would you continue being in a relationship that to her you so clearly didn’t belong in?
What could Enid do that she couldn’t?
“Did you finish?” Wednesday heard you ask excitedly, watching you get up from her bed and towards her nearly tripping in the process.
“Why haven’t you left yet?” Wednesday finally snapped, she couldn’t stands being around you right now. Not when everything you did made her question herself, it was driving her insane. And not in a good way.
“What do you mean? I thought-“ you tried to say alarmed by Wednesday’s seemingly for you out of the blue anger.
“You thought what? That I wanted you to be here? I told you to bother someone else and I meant it.” Wednesday ferociously said looking at you with hate, she was determined to get rid of you no matter the consequences.
No way in hell could they be worse then this.
“What’s your problem? I’m sorry I didn’t know I just thought-“ You tried to say before Wednesday cut you off once again.
“Are you that senseless that you don’t understand how to stop annoying me even after being asked? You just thought what ? That I was kidding? That I want you here? You’ve confused my need for you in this investigation for want. How moronic of you.” Wednesday felt her body slightly shake, her hands clenched into fists as her emotional outburst was evidently getting the best of her.
Because of you.
“Besides, I don’t need you Y/N, I need that sand demon locked inside of you. You’d be worthless to me without it.” It’s as if all the rage inside her evaporated the moment she saw your eyes gloss over with tears, she’d never seen you so devastated before.
But she couldn’t take back anything she said.
The damage had already been done.
Wednesday would have preferred you yell at her, but all you did was walk away from her and out of the room.
What the fuck did she just do?
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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 4: I'm your demon never leaving,
Warnings: Emotionally confused Wednesday? Saw it in Celine's old posts. Stole the "All the ways, lead to you." from her Blade of Miquella.
Previous chapter- 👈
The girl found in the jungle, mutilated and lifeless, had been one of the suspects she herself had placed on her investigation board: Darcy Emerson. Ironic how whoever she suspects being the monster, often is the victim. Now, all she can do is await further evidence. Weems offered assurance that the police would keep her informed of any developments and that they knew Wednesday's skills in these types of situations. But still, Wednesday does not trust them, She always plans to be one step ahead.
"Wednesday, Principal Weems is calling for you. She's asked to see you in her office. It's definitely about Darcy, there are cops there too", Enid informed as she entered their shared room, "And why aren't you picking up my calls?" Wednesday didn't answer, she just got up and left.
And now Wednesday walked through the hall to Weems's office, finally some evidence to develop her investigation. She took out her phone as she might need to take any pictures of the evidence but struggled to open the camera as she wasn't used to this advanced technology, her Polaroid camera had stopped working. Principal Weems looked up as Wednesday entered, Wednesday noticed the new Sheriff there with another cop.
"Miss Addams, please have a seat," Principal Weems gestured to a chair opposite her desk, Wednesday obliged.
"Wednesday is highly skilled at remembering small details about anyone, I am pretty sure she would recognize what you found Sherrif.
"We've found some minor evidence at the scene," the sheriff spoke up "Including this locket. Darcy's roommate has confirmed it didn't belong to her."
Wednesday watched as the officer placed the evidence bag containing the locket on the table before her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar shape. She felt her blood run cold. How... it's in her wardrobe where her important belongings are, the guitar-pick-shaped locket you gave her, even if she broke up with you she kept it close. Sometimes holding it whenever she missed you. How did it get there?
Wednesday couldn't dwell on her thoughts fast as she had to come up with something because obviously, she couldn't tell them it was hers, she already had a "piranha" case from her last school, and the sheriff would doubt her.
"Miss Addams?" the sheriff's voice cut through her reverie, jolting her back to the present. "Do you recognize this locket?"
"I'm afraid I don't recognize it, " Wednesday replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling within her.
Principal Weems regarded her with a curious tilt of her head, "That's rather peculiar, considering your reputation for meticulous observation," she remarked, her tone tinged with skepticism. "Nonetheless, we've reached out to the resident guitarist who might be able to shed some light on the matter. She should be joining us shortly."
Resident guitarist...
"You called me, Miss Weems?" Your voice, tinged with confusion, sent a jolt of shivers through her spine.
As you entered the room, Wednesday felt a surge of panic grips her chest. The last she felt panic like this was when she found out Tyler was the Hyde. But that meant he was the murderer, this time the fingers would be pointed towards her. Her mind raced with apprehension, fearing that you might inadvertently reveal the truth about the locket. She had just lied to the authorities, denying any knowledge of the locket's origin,
As the conversation between you and the sheriff unfolded, Wednesday struggled to focus. She had always been the investigator, the accuser but now, she found herself on the precipice of becoming the main suspect. It was a role she never imagined she would play.
She watched your eyes closely, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding. There was a flicker of something in your gaze perhaps recognition, or maybe just confusion. It was hard to tell amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within her.
"That is a very beautiful locket," you remarked, your voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Unfortunately, they are sold quite often in our concerts. It could be owned by anyone."
Wednesday couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion at your words. Why were you helping her? You knew the truth that the locket belonged to her yet you chose to protect her. It was a gesture of trust that she couldn't quite comprehend.
"Okay, sorry for keeping you both here. You can go now," the Sheriff said, dismissing them.
Without so much as a glance in Wednesday's direction, you turned and made your way out of the room. Wednesday hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions and doubts. Did you suspect her? Did you believe she was somehow involved in Darcy's murder?
Wednesday hurried to catch up with you, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she reached your side, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice cautious yet tinged with urgency.
"Y/n," she began, her tone betraying the turmoil swirling within her. "I... I need to ask you something."
You turned to face her, your expression unreadable. "What is it, Wednesday?" you asked, your voice gentle and yet it sounded so guarded, making Wednesday more nervous about what your answer might be. She took a deep breath.
"You knew that was my locket, you gave it to me. So why didn't you tell them the truth? Do you... do you think I had anything to do with what happened to Darcy?" Wednesday blurted out, her words tumbling out in a rush. She couldn't bear the thought of you doubting her, of seeing suspicion cloud your gaze.
"You regarded her for a moment, your eyes searching hers as if trying to decipher the truth hidden within.
"I don't know what to think, Wednesday," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty.
"You can check my mind, read my memories if you don't believe me." Wednesday offered.
"I don't have to Wednesday, We've been together enough for me to know this isn't you, I trust you."
Wednesday felt a mixture of relief and gratitude. Despite the doubts that lingered in the back of her mind, knowing that you believed in her was enough to quell the rising tide of fear within her.
"Thank you," Wednesday murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate that."
You offered her a reassuring smile and started humming as you walked towards your room. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, her heart fluttering at the familiar sound. It had been so long since she heard you humming like that. Wednesday starts to think, did she really make the choice? Was there any chance she could've changed herself for you?
With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly tore herself away and trudged back to her dorm, Enid waiting for her. Her concerned voice broke through her reverie as she entered the room, pulling her back to the present. "Wednesday, are you alright?"
"Go to sleep Enid." Wednesday just took her shoes off and went to bed, Maybe she was just tired, her mind weary from the constant tug-of-war between what she wanted and what she believed she deserved. Or maybe, it was only there, in the realm of slumber, that she could find solace in the imagined embrace of your arms
"Wednesday... stop.. please.." you managed to croak out as Wednesday's hand closed around your throat, lifting your entire body effortlessly. With each passing moment, her grip tightened, squeezing the life from your lungs. Your eyes pleaded for mercy, but they met only the darkness in Wednesday's gaze.
Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. She found herself in a cold sweat, the echo of your desperate plea ringing in her ears. Gasping for air, she struggled to shake off the terror that clung to her like a suffocating fog. Her room lay silent around her as Enid slept soundly on her side.
She looked at her hands. She could still feel the weight of your body in her hand, the sound of your voice choked with desperation.
But why? Why would she ever harm you? She loves...
She sighed, it had to be a nightmare, but why did it feel like one of her visions? She struggled to make sense of this. This must be a nightmare, she would never hurt you, it has to be her own emotions going against her.
Wednesday pushed herself out of bed, her mind already racing with possibilities. She needed answers, and she needed them now.
But how can she get anything now? the crime scene must've been cleared by the police and she now has to find a way to get to the morgue.
"I don't just use my telepathy to chat with people, Wednesday, I can control them, I can drive people to madness, unearth their deepest regrets, their deepest fears. I could destroy them if I wanted to."
No matter how much she tries to get away from you, to keep you out, she always ends up back in the same place: with you. All the ways, lead to you.
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Can you do Wednesday x !short fem reader?
I'm taking 4'11" short can't reach most stuff
HCs or a oneshot are both fine idc
Head cannons for Wednesday x short reader.
- Wednesdays already short enough, but with you being even shorter? She thinks it’s funny.
- she got picked on for her height all her life. Except she didn’t care.
- You get picked on for your heigh and she cares. When Wednesday tends to butt in these arguments when someone calls your short, they also make fun of her saying she almost as short as you. But she puts them in your place.
- Wednesday has boots that make her really tall, she often wears them mostly because she knows you can barley reach things and she helps.
- she probably teases you for it. Just as a joke though, but heaven forbid someone else say a word.
- Wednesday definitely got you a pair of really tall boots like hers for your birthday.
- When you need something on a shelf that she can’t reach either. She being the bad female strong bitch she is would pick you up.
- She thinks it’s cute that she found someone even as short as her. She’d never say it though.
- When you finally convince her to cuddle (when *cough* *cough*) she’d hold you not you hold her because your so tiny.
- Since your a tiny baby she always looks down at you, even if it is a few inches only she mocks it.
- short but I can’t think of anything else!
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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ──── wednesday addams & fem!reader
── tags. soft wednesday, implied sex at the very end, no pronous used, but the word 'girlfriend' is used once. wednesday and reader are both adults.
── word count. 1.521
a/n. i'm late for wdw, i know, but i could not let y'all and @wesstars down... better late than never, right? i hope you like it and im sorry for any mistakes. | masterlist
When you moved to the small town of Jericho and started working at the only coffee shop around, you didn’t expect to get anyone’s attentions, especially from the local “freaky”. Wednesday Addams was full of surprises and secrets and, apparently, everyone here knew a bit about her.
Gossips followed you around like fog in the morning after a raining night, the eccentric Addams always being the subject that echoed inside the brownish walls of the cafe.
“I’ve heard she eats raw meat,” a high school student dressed in black and blue uniform said to her friend, no caring enough to at least whisper.
The other just nodded, not paying attentions to her surrenders, not even when the little bell above the entrance door jingled.
“My father told me her dad killed someone in Nevermore when he was a student… imagine being the daughter of killer.”
“Imagine being the daughter of a former police officer who was expelled from the police force for not being able to solve a simple case that happened more than 20 years ago.” The tranquil voice caught your attention, causing you to turn on your heels behind the counter.
Wednesday was standing next to the table where the two students sat, arms crossed and a deadly shine in her eyes. You smiled.
“Miss Addams, please stop terrorizing the small girls, they know nothing about life,” you spoke once you saw the reddish color in the girls’ cheeks.
“They better learn fast; life is not gentle.” She turned her head to you. “And neither am I.”
“Oh, should I fear for my life?”
You tilted your head, trying to get Wednesday’s attention in order for the girls to go back to the other students of Nevermore. The raven girl redirected her body towards you, taking steps until she was standing in front of the cashier.
“You most definitely should.”
Head motioning for the girls to leave, you placed both of your hands on the icy, black marble that covered the top of the counter.
“If I die, who’s going to make you your favorite cherry muffin?”
“Before I met you, I survived just fine without the sweetness of it in my daily life, I’m positive I can do it again once you’re gone.” She lifted her chin. “Now stop staling and bring me a double expresso, no sugar and a cherry muffin before I start terrorizing you instead.”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she turned to sit on the costumery table.
Putting the cherry muffin in a plate, you turned to the Italian coffee machine with an empty white mug in hand and freshly brewed coffee in the other.
As the bitter liquid slowly filled the porcelain, flashes of the first time you were face to face with Wednesday took over your memory. She was so small in her black and white Nevermore uniform, looking like an old school cartoon, disappearing behind the other students as she patiently and quietly waited in line to order. She stared at you, taking two steps ahead when the last person in front of her moved away with their order in hands, taking a seat with the others, black eyes that didn’t blink and looked dead, the pale white skin didn’t help either. Not a single mark on it, you noticed, except for the adorable freckles that spread over her small nose bridge and covered the area around her cheek bones.
She was polite and calm, unlike the others, speaking in a monotone voice that actually surprised you.
Wednesday ordered a small size expresso with no sugar. You offered her a muffin, freshly out of the oven and still warm. She was reluctant in saying ‘yes’ at first, but something in you convinced her.
Once the mug was filled, you placed it side by side with the muffin, smiling and murmuring a small ‘I hope you like it’, to which she replied with: “Thank you,” extending her hands to take the plate and mug of the counter.
She looked at the red-blood muffin before looking at you, giving you a small nod of her head before walking to an empty table.
You watched as she sat herself down and stared at the small cake in front of her, you licked your lips, curious to know if she would like it or not; it was your favorite, after all.
Wednesday tilted her head to the side, analyzing the sweet in front of her, internally admiring the color of it and how the powdered sugar on top of it reminded her of snow covered in blood.
Taking the wrap of it, she hesitantly took a bite of it, slowly chewing it. You bet your lips, anxiously standing behind the counter. She then took another bite, and another one, and another one, rapidly finishing the muffin.
You smiled to yourself, finally changing the focus of your attention.
Now, almost 7 years of the first interaction, you still secretly admired Wednesday as you waited for the coffee to fill the small sized mug. But now was different, she started drinking a double expresso to maintain her brain awake and cherry muffins became a part of her daily life.
But only if it was made by your hands.
Once the porcelain turned bitter black, you left your place from behind the corner and sat them down in front of the goth, taking the empty seat in front of her.
“Thank you,” Wednesday said simple, eyes focused on the yellowish pages that had all her attention.
“A new case?” You asked curious, taking a look around the nearly empty coffee shop.
“A runner found two dead bodies at the woods on Saturday, the captain assumed I’d be interest and gave me the case this morning.”
You pursed your lips, a tight knot in your stomach as your eyes analyzed the super graphic images that decorated the table. Pushing the images away from your point of view, you wondered how Wednesday could eat the red-blooded muffin while looking at actual blood.
As if she could read your mind, black painted nails reached for the small cake, her eyebrows sewing together once she saw what you did, “Care to explain what this is?”
You pursed your lips, containing a smile. On top of the sweet, a white skeleton’s head was drawn, black, deep-hollowed eyes filled with dark chocolate chips with a sewed-like smile under and dark red blood dripping from its eyes.
“I made it for you, Halloween is near and I figured you’d like it.”
“I can see that. What I want you to explain is why there’s blood coming from its eyes. Bones can’t bleed, there’s no tissue that can carry blood vessels or veins, it’s just bones.”
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a cupcake, Wens. Just eat it.”
“Fine.”
When she took the first bite, dark red filling dripped onto her hands. It was a mix between the sweetness of sugar and the sourness of cherry combined together that only you could do it perfectly.
“So… did you like it?”
Wednesday chewed and swallowed everything, licking her lips to capture the remained syrup, missing a small drop on the corner of her mouth. The tip of her fingers covered in the cherry liquid.
“It’s too sweet, next time don’t add any sugar to it. It’s not healthy. And it’s also too sticky and messy. I need a napkin.”
Reaching out for her hand, you sucked the tip of her fingers, closing your eyes at the sweetness that filled your mouth.
“You don’t need a napkin, you have a girlfriend to clean it for you.”
Wednesday widened her eyes at your action, looking around to make sure nobody saw that. The coffee shop was empty as it was almost noon and everyone was either at work or at school, only the two of you occupying a space inside.
“That was unnecessary.” She said with an affected tone.
“It was very necessary, I needed to see if it was too sweet.” You stood up, taking the empty plate in hands. Before returning to the kitchen, you leaned into her personal space, noses touching and the smell of her perfume filling your senses, that small drop being the only thing you saw in front of you. “You have some here too.”
The moment the tip of your tongue licked the red syrup, so close to her lips, Wednesday grabbed the mug near her hands, squeezing it hard enough to break if it was made of fragile material.
Before standing up properly, you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, tasting the sourness in it.
“I’ll make sure the next ones aren’t too sweet for you, cara mia.” You winked, rapidly walking back to the counter to start preparing the muffins for the afternoon clients. And for your bitter girlfriend that cursed you under her breath for fogging up her brain with your tongue, taking away all the concentration she needed to solve this murder case. One that would need to wait after she locked the door, turned the open sign to ‘closed’, and dragged you by the hand to the supply closet.
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— a study in demon
pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader
warnings: smut, lesbian sex, a/b/o dynamics in werewolves and demons, penetration, G!P!reader, it's demon girlcock OKAY, cockwarming, breeding kink, size kink, knotting, all characters are aged-up
summary: an unfortunate turn of events leaves wednesday with a very frustrated, very needy oni demon on her hands. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn't take care of her beloved?
word count: 4.5k
a/n: jesus christ, look at those warnings. this fic is a whole declaration of war. i went feral. i have nothing to say for myself. hope you enjoy
The first thing you feel when the annoying buzzing of the alarm pulls you out of your peaceful slumber is the immense heat of your body and the ache somewhere in your lower belly. A groan leaves your throat before you can even blink your eyes fully open, and you blindly reach for your phone to turn the screaming noise off.
You sit up on your bed and squint at the sunlight that streams through the tiny slit in the tightly shut curtains, opening a small calendar app that’s designed specifically for the creatures of your kind – and with a huff you realize your rut is coming in two days.
Damn it. You’ve completely forgotten about it. That certainly explains the aggressiveness and mood swings you’ve been having for the past week.
You open a new text message, sent from your girlfriend at 5:30 AM – not exactly an early riser, but definitely the type to pull an all-nighter on a school night – wishing you the most dreadful morning. You smile to yourself, and the smallest thought of her seems to be enough to motivate you to get out of bed and start the day despite the uncomfortable feeling stirring in your belly.
Thank all the gods almighty – Larissa Weems, especially – that it is still a non-uniform week at the Academy. Sitting in class with that tie wrapped around your throat like a noose would’ve killed you.
You rummage through your wardrobe, pulling out a tee and a pair of jeans, changing hastily, before your gaze falls on a particular item of clothing that definitely doesn’t belong in your closet.
It’s a black baggy zip hoodie, the one Wednesday constantly wears when out of class. It’s a surprise she has forgotten it at your place – your best guess is she must’ve left in one of your sweatshirts instead.
The fabric feels smooth in your grasp. Warm fleece lining. A bit abrasive on the outside.
Just like her.
You lift the hoodie to your face, burying your nose in the softness and inhaling.
Smells just like her, too.
Without a second thought you put it over your frame – though a bit more of a tight fit, it’s still slightly baggy on your shoulders – and zip it up, pulling the hood over your head to take another small whiff of the familiar scent.
That should get you through the day, you think.
And it does. For the first half of it, at least.
You take an extra suppressant pill during lunch, but skip the meal, opting to spend the free time in the quad to ventilate your head.
It feels better. Much, much better. Even though you don’t get to see Wednesday at the canteen.
You’re back inside for your last period – maths, and your mind gets too busy with the complicated equations and formulas to worry about the hormones running wild in your body.
You’re half-way through a very fucked-up problem with roots and sines before a strong aroma suddenly fills up your lungs – an omega’s pheromones, you realize, wide-eyed.
An omega who is in heat.
You lift your head up, giving the students around you a quick once-over – and your gaze meets a pair of golden orbs, a pretty girl with pink plump lips and fiery-red hair tied into a pony tail watches you with interest, her chin propped on her palm. As soon as you make eye-contact, she gives you a smile, revealing a small, adorable gap in the front row of her teeth.
You shake your head and smile back politely before turning back to your paper, but the rest of the class feels like you’re trapped in a suffocating cage of hot arousal that smells of yellow fruit and washed laundry.
As soon as the bell dismisses the students, you hastily pack your bag and bolt out of the door, desperate to lock yourself in your dorm room and just take care of this stupid predicament you’ve found yourself in. You’ve never been more grateful for the lack of a roommate.
“Hey, (Y/n).”
You stop and turn at the sound of your name being called, although the voice is quite unfamiliar – too melodic and gentle to be anyone you know.
“Hey, uh...”
It’s the redhead from maths. She watches you expectantly for a few moments before her face falls slightly, “It’s Dina! I was with the Black Cats last year. We met at the after party? The one Yoko hosted?” She sounds almost offended at the fact that you don’t remember her.
“Oh. Oh, right. Dina. Sorry. I’m really bad with names.” You smile apologetically.
“It’s fine. I’d be surprised if you remembered me, actually. This academy holds way too many ginger werewolves,” Dina chuckles, and falls in step with you to continue walking down the hall. “So, you up to anything right now?”
“No, not really. Just hoping to get back to the dorms and sleep my awful headache off. Been bugging me all day.”
It’s only a half-lie – your temples are still throbbing like crazy, and the pheromones you’ve smelled in class did nothing to help your case.
The werewolf tilts her head, pursing her plump lips, “Hmm... That’s too bad, because, actually...”
The smaller girl suddenly grabs your hips and pushes you – unprepared, you stumble to the side and right through the door of some random classroom. Barely able to catch your balance at Dina’s abrupt movement, your hands grasp at her forearms, desperately trying to steady the rest of your body.
“I was thinking I could help you relieve that pain of yours.”
She looks up at you, tilts her chin up slightly. The smell of citron and fresh linen suddenly fills your nose.
The same one you’ve felt in class.
The omega in heat.
Fuck.
The werewolf in front of you settles with pumping her pheromones at you wildly, her palms flitting from your hips down to your thighs, slowly closing in on your center – you do nothing to stop her, your own hands reaching behind you to grip the edge of the desk. Her eyes are glinting red now, slitted pupils never breaking eye contact with yours.
She presses her nose against your scent gland, and you feel her grin against your neck.
“I don’t smell an omega on you...” Shit. Of course Wednesday’s hoodie doesn’t smell like anything but her usual dark resins and woods scent. As much as it is alluring and recognizable to you, it’s not pheromones. “You haven’t mated with one yet? That’s just criminal... An alpha like you should spend all her ruts with a pretty omega impaled on her cock.”
You take a sharp inhale through your nose, feeling yourself throb treacherously at her words. Dina giggles softly, pressing her lips to your jaw, her mouth now inches away from yours.
“You know…” she starts sultry, voice heavy with unadulterated lust in a way that only an omega’s can sound to the ears of a rutting alpha, “I’ve never taken an oni’s knot before…”
You feel the werewolf squeeze your thighs, bare her claws in a sharp movement, “I wonder what it feels like.”
Your head is heavy, cloudy – you’re practically unable to resist, tusked mouth hanging open with small puffs of vapors fluttering out. The urge to bend the small werewolf over the desk and pound her into the wood feels even harder to resist, too.
An unpleasant feeling rattles through your chest, unbearable and disgusting. An image of dark-brown eyes and soft lips painted burgundy flashes through your mind.
You feel like you’re going to puke.
“No,” you rasp, pushing the werewolf away. “Get off me.”
Before the startled girl can retort, you stumble out of the classroom and slam the door closed, turning the key that has been left in the keyhole by some clumsy substitute.
You stumble for a moment, lifting a clawed palm to grasp at your head that has suddenly turned cloudy and heavy, and make your way towards the ladies’ restroom.
She must’ve felt the rut closing on you, and her own heat triggered it prematurely.
With shaky hands you pull out your phone, opening the messages app and texting the first person that comes to your clouded mind.
enid
bro you gotta ditch
it’s an emergency
i just stumbled into a girl
uhh dina?
she’s from ophelia hall
anyways i think she needs… help
yk
from a fellow omega wolf
i think she hasn’t been taking her suppressants
for some fucking reason
and yk it’s not like me to live a lady in distress
but i really had to dip
i was doing her a favor by dipping actually
i locked her up on the 2nd floor
202
i really had to leave
Pressing your back against one of the bathroom stalls, you wait anxiously as three gray dots dance on the screen.
The device dingles in your hands.
oooohh
its okay
i gotchu
u should totes find weds tho
im sure she can help u out ;))
You hide your phone in your pocket and open the tap to splash your face with cold water. It eases the flush of your face, but doesn’t calm the raging beast inside.
Your fingers grasp onto the edges of the sink tightly, almost making the marble crack.
As you walk through the corridors and up the stairs of Ophelia Hall, the only thought that occupies your mind is Wednesday. Wednesday and her dark eyes and her lips and her touch and the beautiful curve of her slender hips and everything that is your mate.
You don’t bother knocking, urgently swinging the door open.
And there it is. Your (f/c) sweater, no doubt one of her monochrome striped shirts under it.
Your palms are sweating. Claws digging into your pant legs, tusks into your lip.
The small ravenette turns in her seat to look at you, her fingers stilling over the keys of her typewriter.
Her braided hair looks pristine and untouched, her posture unmatched, the image perfect even when out of public sight.
“Ma bête,” she addresses softly, brows slightly raised in question. “You’re back. And you look… a trifle uncomfortable.”
Does she not know? There’s no way she doesn’t. Such details could never slip Wednesday’s unhealthily constantly alerted mind.
“Is something wrong?”
Fuck. Of course. There it is, that cruel glint in her eyes. You should’ve known.
She wants you to say it.
You shift on your feet. The temperature is becoming almost unbearable.
“I’m…”
Wednesday watches you, tilts her head just a tiny bit forward — dark, haunted eyes deadpan, staring you down, her jaw tightening slightly and relaxing in a way that is barely noticeable but has your gaze flicking down to the enticing slant of her neck.
“I’m… in a rut.” You admit, finally.
Wednesday’s eyes widen slightly — her posture straightens even more, the glint in her eyes turning dangerous, “Oh.” Yes, oh, as if she wasn’t aware. “Why are the suppressants not working?”
Should you admit that the small encounter with the horny omega has sent your hormones spiraling?
Wednesday is by no means a normal human, yet her nose lacks the capability of sensing alpha pheromones. Nevertheless, she can read you like a book, and she probably was aware of your coming rut long before you were. She simply likes abusing the knowledge.
“It must be bad then, if it has you reduced to such a pathetic state,” the goth tuts, drumming her fingers against her desk. “Pure torture, isn’t it, bête? I wish I could help you…”
Wednesday turns back to her paper, shrugging noncommittally, “Unfortunately, it is my writing hour, and you know how much I would detest an intervention in my schedule.”
You whine as the drumming of her keys resumes – like a kicked puppy, you turn to reach for the doorknob, prepared to return back to the restroom and take care of yourself to the thought of your ever-so beautiful and unyielding girlfriend.
Wednesday’s fingers still on the typewriter.
“But I suppose… We can reach a consensus.”
The legs of her chair scrape against the hardwood floor, and you turn to find Wednesday standing next to the desk, palm resting on the back of the seat invitingly.
“Come here.”
You’re beside Wednesday before the whole command can escape her mouth, and she gives a small, amused huff that almost has you howling and gnawing at furniture, then gestures at the chair, “Sit. Unbutton your pants, underwear off.”
You reach to do as told, pulling at a pant-leg to finally discard the constricting garment before the ravenette slaps your hand, “Just the button and the zipper, (Y/n). Do not make me repeat myself.”
You gulp and take a seat at her desk, tugging the elastic of your boxers down to free the hard shaft.
The dark, intense gaze Wednesday is watching you with makes you blush and throb, excitement and arousal mixing with the slightest of embarrassments only her presence can induce.
“Good girl,” she hums, circling the chair like a hunting lioness. “I will allow you to be inside me, just this once. I will not allow you to touch me in any other way. If I feel any movement, internal or external, you will be punished. And by no means are you allowed to cum. Not without my permission. Are the instructions clear, beast? Nod your empty little head if affirmative.”
You nod with a small whimper at the derogatory words, though they do nothing to soothe the aching hardness between your legs.
“Good, good. Well, since the terms are settled, I shall get started.”
Before you can respond, Wednesday steps closer to the desk, slightly flipping her skirt with a quick movement of her hand and letting you catch the smallest of glimpses of her pretty pussy – the show is over before you can marvel though, and the seer sits on your lap, your length pressing against her lower back.
Like this, with no distance left between you, her scent is encompassing your whole being. No pheromones can compare to the way Wednesday smells, the rich, woodsy notes of a forest soaked in rainwater luring you in as you take a small inhale.
You bite back a growl, but a small noise of frustration still manages to reach the ravenette’s sharp hearing.
“Quiet, beast.” She scolds, her tone of voice far from playful, and reaches to straighten her skirt carefully, flicking the non-existing dust off the garment in a graceful movement of her palm.
Then, before you can downright keen with impatience, the same hand moves behind to wrap around your hard member, giving it a squeeze so light it is almost torturous – Wednesday lifts her hips and presses the head against the warmth of her entrance.
That first contact feels like electricity and fire in your belly, worsened when you feel your cock split her lips open, stretching her taut around it, and the smallest worry that you might just not fit passes through your rut-clouded mind.
Then again, Wednesday might not even be merciful enough to sheathe you fully inside her, but the thought of being too big to be properly seated in her cunt is tantalizing and excruciating at the same time.
A small, relieved sigh escapes Wednesday’s lips – the sensation of being filled up with you is like no other, and she can’t help but relish in it despite her aggravation. She takes her time, feeling every inch push deeper inside her and stretch her out, the thick shaft splitting her open, then her thighs press into yours and she stills completely.
If she had to, the goth would put all the time and work in to stretch herself out with your girth, to take all of you inside her like she was molded just for that single purpose. It’s not like Wednesday has something to prove to anyone – or maybe she has, to you, that no one else at Nevermore could take you so well and make all your resolve, might and dominance provided to you by nature, or by gods, or by whatever entity has created such a delectable beast as you crumble under her and make it natural for you to submit to the seer.
And oh does submissiveness look good on you, too – or at least it sounds good, if your heavy breathing mixed with quiet whines hitting her ear is anything to go by.
Wednesday is reminded of her goal suddenly when she feels your hips buck instinctually into her, and the ravenette has to hold back a sound of pleasure at the movement, because she can’t fight how incredible the pressure feels, making her velvet walls flutter. She’s still holding the reins when she tightens her pussy around your throbbing dick purposefully, a trace of a small smirk on her plush burgundy lips at the needy and wanton groan that escapes your mouth.
That was a good enough treat, she thinks. Now to the sticks.
Wednesday kicks you in the shin with the side of her loafer, pulling you out of your pleasure-induced trance and making you flinch.
“Move closer to the desk, beast. I need to be able to reach the keys in order to type.”
You grunt, shuffling the chair closer with your weight, nudging Wednesday’s body forward, and the slightest shift makes you hiss — she slides a few inches up your shaft before she’s at the base again, seated nice and snug, her thighs resting on yours. Your hands fall to grapple at them, and you receive another painful kick.
“No. Hands off. If you are unable to control yourself, I will shun you out.” Wednesday scolds, though has to hide the effect the feeling of your claws curling around her have, and fails. Her voice sounds more breathless than she has intended.
She has a hard time admitting to herself how torturous this is for her, too. The seer sneaks a glance down to where the thick shaft splits her open, so tight she can practically feel it throbbing against her clit. A small bead of precum runs down, skirting one of the throbbing veins.
Wednesday’s restraint is laudable.
“Messy creature,” she murmurs, her tone surprisingly soft, before the paper in front of her takes over her attention again. Straightening her back, the ravenette goes back to her writing as if she’s not full of demon cock right now.
You try to focus on the rapid clatter of the keys, on the way Wednesday’s elegant fingers dance over the typewriter, maybe try and catch a glance of the words the girl is printing on the paper. Anything to pull your mind away from the tight warmth hugging your aching cock, from weight of the small body pressed against you.
The demon inside of you is raging, howling, salivating between huge tusks. The monster is not as prejudiced as the fellow oni of your clan are – it doesn’t care if it’s another demon or a human you’re nestled inside. It demands the frail body pressed against your own is filled up and bred, demands the goth takes all of you, stretching around your swollen knot before it's barely able to slip inside.
Not just any body. Or some omega. Wednesday. Wednesday who isn’t even a part of that animalistic system, but the beast begs for more, wants all of her more, more with each passing second.
A growl mixed with a whimper escapes your mouth – you have no idea what to do with your hands, so you press them into the edge of the table on either side of Wednesday’s typewriter, claws digging into the dark wood. The involuntarily display of strength has the small female tightening around you with a gentle hitch of her breath, making you groan.
“Wednesday,” you rasp through clenched teeth. “I can’t. Please. I’m losing control.”
“O-oh, are you?” The goth inquires mockingly, hoping you don’t take notice of her slight stutter.
“Mhm,” you nod dumbly. “Wanna take you so bad. Wanna fuck you full of me.”
Wednesday can’t fight the way her pussy constricts around you again, though the determination not to lose control remains, strong as ever. She abandons the keys to reach a hand into your hair, grabbing a fistful of (h/c) locks to pull and make you meet her gaze, “Whose is it, (Y/n)?”
You furrow your brows in confusion, making Wednesday’s frown deepen – a hint for the right answer comes in the form of the seer’s hips lifting and rocking back down, the friction making you hiss.
“Answer me.”
“Yours.” You swallow. “Yours, Wednesday. Every- every inch is.”
“Good. Good girl.” She coos, easing her hold on you to rake her short nails down the back of your neck, making goosebumps litter your body. “Bed, beast. Now.”
A low growl rumbling in your chest and vibrating against her back is the only warning Wednesday gets before she’s lifted into the air sharply.
In a rough, barely controlled movement you stand up so fast you topple the chair over, flipping the girl with ease and walking a couple of steps to press her against the bed, the ravenette’s cunt still snug around your shaft. A clawed hand reaches for a pillow hastily to cushion Wednesday’s head, the last resemblance of caring gentleness in your actions before you pull out to the tip and buck back inside.
Wednesday’s head snaps back, mouth falling open in pleasure as you pin her down into the mattress, fucking hard into the welcoming, tight warmth of her pussy. Despite the dynamics of oni demons still being fairly alien to Wednesday – not as alien apparently, as she knows the frequency and signs of your rut better than you do and isn’t opposed to using it against you – she now seems to understand the appeal of being absolutely destroyed by an alpha that omegas in heat are so partial to.
As delectable as the thought is, it rekindles the spark of possessiveness that she thought has almost been extinguished. The goth wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling your bodies flush together.
Hers. No one else’s.
Not some other depraved omega girl’s so desperate to get a taste of you.
“You foolish brute.” She pants as if it’s your fault you seem to be irresistible to other women, voice trembling slightly, her breath completely pushed out of her lungs with each of your thrusts. “You better make good on your promise and breed me like a good alpha should.”
The monster inside you roars at the proposition that is so obviously supposed to be taunting. Your palms slide down the girl’s waist, thumbs brushing against the protruding hipbones to dip into the supple flesh sitting low under her navel, holding her tightly, almost hard enough to bruise and match the brutal pace of your hips rutting into Wednesday, your cock splitting her open deliciously in a toe-curling sensation that has Wednesday’s head falling back against the dark pillows.
The sight under you has you growling savagely – your tongue lolls out to lick a thick stripe up the exposed skin of the ravenette’s neck before you bite down, huge tusks clasping around her throat and keeping Wednesday in place completely, her pulse wild against the rough surface of your muscle. Her pussy constricts around your cock, clamping down hard in an attempt to keep the thick shaft buried to the hilt every time you pull out and quivering when you slam back inside and fill her up enough for the tip to kiss the entrance of her womb, never letting the small female catch her breath.
The lustful fog of ardent fervor clouding Wednesday’s brain doesn’t numb her to the sensation of a swelling at the base of your shaft nudging against her opening every time your hips meet hers. It threatens to push in, catches deliciously on Wednesday’s clit with each thrust and she can feel herself getting painfully close.
But she will not. For the sake of the one thing she wants more than anything else, the goth will deprive herself.
“Knot me.” She rasps into your ear, her feet pushing into your lower back to urge you deeper inside. “Mia bestia, mia alfa. Dentro. Ven dentro di mi.”
You’d have no clue what she has just said on a normal day, and you have zero idea right now, buried eight inches deep inside of her, but the breathless, desperate pants of Italian have you turning feral. In one last brutal thrust the knot slips past Wednesday’s tight lips and inside, stretching and filling her so thoroughly and impossibly delicious it has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. A spill of wetness from her own release rushing forth as she clamps down on your cock lubes her aching walls, helping the bulging slide in firmly.
Your lips gravitate to hers, pulled to her like a magnet, and you growl into her mouth as your cum spills hotly, taking up any remaining space inside the small female and her walls ripple, begging for more. Wednesday's arms tighten around your shoulders and legs squeeze around your hips to keep you close.
You throb with sated completion, press lazy kisses to the seer’s brow and flushed cheeks, and watch as her eyes flutter open to meet yours, her chest heavy with steamy breaths.
“Too hot, huh?” You ask, jaw slack slightly.
Wednesday gives a weak nod, and you reach to tug the sweater off her shoulders, then unzip her skirt to slip it down her pale legs, leaving the girl in just her striped shirt. The newly exposed skin provides better contact for you to revel in – you purr in satisfaction and move to join the seer on the bed, careful not to crush her, and maneuver her small body in your palms to pull her on top of you.
Wednesday huffs but doesn’t resist, nudging at your neck with her nose and pressing a soft kiss to your jugular in an uncharacteristic display of affection.
“How did you find out?” You murmur, lifting your hands to start undoing one of the ravenette’s loosened braids leisurely.
“I have my ways.”
You hum at the vague reply, now certain that the disembodied hand following you around the whole day wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks, “I hope you know I had no intention to lie to you or anything. You just- you didn’t exactly give me a chance to speak.”
“Your explanation wasn’t necessary. I’m well aware of what happened.” The movement of the seer’s plush lips tickles your skin pleasantly, her voice now void of its previous detachment.
You smile softly, finished with unbraiding her hair, your fingers threading through the silky raven locks, careful not to give an accidental tug. Wednesday closes her eyes at your touch, and the tranquility of the moment has you feeling like a cat basking in warm sunlight, despite the object of your passions being a complete opposite to it.
“I’ll have to consult Enid on the topic of which herbs are the deadliest to werewolves.”
“Wednesday.”
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Yoko: Wednesday, can you...?
Wednesday: No, sorry. I'm busy
Y/N: *walks into the room* Wends, can you...?
Wednesday: Yes, of course
Yoko: You have got be kidding me!
Enid: Seriously?! What did you expect? wednesday is physically unable to say 'No' to Y/N
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Can we get some more jealous Wednesday from you your writing is just so great! Maybe an angsty thing where Wednesday has a friends with benefits situation with reader and they get into an argument about it and reader avoids her for the next few days hanging out with another person and Wednesday watches this all go down and as days go by getting more jealous how touchy this person has been and she drags reader away up to her room and could you give it either a fluffy or smutty ending please? 👀
casual love
masterlist word count: 2332
any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18
wednesday addams x fem!reader
18+ : angst with a happy ending, smut; fingering, brief choking, heated kissing, jealousy, implied dom/sub, pretty soft smut tho
A secret, that’s what you were. Just a way to pass time in the privacy of her dark room, it didn’t mean anything to her and it didn’t to you to begin with. A casual relationship is what you both had agreed upon, no strings, no feelings, just a tryst. A way for you to blow off steam.
And it was great, it really was. Until you let your heart control you - but it happened all at once. You didn’t notice until it was too late, the way she kissed you felt different and any compliment she gave in passing made you bashful. What once was meaningless sex suddenly meant something to you; you had fallen for the painfully unattainable Wednesday Addams and she was none the wiser.
It was bittersweet. You’d often imagined your first love, how you’d get butterflies around them and their kiss would feel like fireworks, how their lips would taste oh so sweet and when you’d hug you’d never want to let go. But expectations only hurt you in the end.
The worst part of it all is that you were right, you had fallen down the rabbit hole of romantic cliches with flushing cheeks and an eager excitement at the knowledge of her company. You’d fix your appearance any time she’d knock on your dorm’s door and greet her with a smile, a swirling in your belly when she’d give you a smile in return.
It was all you’d imagined but it wasn’t real. Feeling this way was forbidden, as stated in the agreement the pair of you had made. So now each sweet kiss comes with a sour aftertaste and the sex leaves you feeling empty, clinging onto something you can never truly have. You think it’s better to have her like this than not at all, but how long can it last?
So you’re holding on to a hope that you know will crush you, the idea that she could feel the same. Lying beside her half naked in your bed after an evening of lust all you can do to stop the nauseating sadness is stare up at your ceiling. The way her arm brushes against yours gives you goosebumps and it’s enough to make you cry.
“Wednesday, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” The words came out before you had a chance to think them through. You couldn’t look at her, focusing instead on the lightbulbs dimly lit filament with your nails picking at a loose thread in the material of your t-shirt.
“Why not?”
You coughed to clear your throat, sadness beginning its change into anger at the way she seemed so unbothered. Any chance of quelling the simmering feelings was that hope you clung onto but you’d be a fool to entertain the idea of her loving you back.
“Because I broke our number one rule.” You sighed, wiping the tear that fell from the corner of your eye before it reached the pillow. You thought you heard her breath hitch and that glint of possibility flickered for a moment until all she said was ‘oh’. You kept quiet, you both did, with Wednesday leaning against the headboard and you feeling hot with embarrassment. With sadness. And anger.
“I suppose we should stop this, then.” She spoke, classically indifferent just as always. You’d usually find it endearing but right now all it does is heighten that bubbling fury. “I thought we’d agreed to keep feelings out of this-”
“Get out, Wednesday.” You interrupted through clenched teeth but she just looked at you, lips parting for just a second as though she was about to speak and when she didn’t words rose from your throat like acid. “I said. Get. Out.” You sat up to look at her, gesturing towards the door, watching as she noticed the pure anger over your face and the glazed over eyes, whites turning pink with held back tears.
You didn’t watch her as she left, fixing your gaze on your hands in your lap with the tears spilling now, causing you to gasp out a sob with the aching in your chest.
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Wednesday didn’t truly understand what she was feeling, feeling much at all was rather new to her so this strange hollow sensation doesn’t make sense. She wandered the hallways back to her own dorm with her eyes cast down, wondering why you had to spoil it.
She thought it had been going well, she wasn’t like her parents with how obsessed with all things romance they are, she didn’t need love. What she needed was something to pass the time, to satisfy the urges that she finds herself having. She would never fall in love.
Wednesday didn’t care, not at all, she didn’t return your feelings so what issue is it if you try to move on with somebody else? She doesn’t care when, the next day, you quite obviously avoid even glancing in her direction. Keeping your eyes so far away it was as though she was an eclipse.
It definitely didn’t bother her to see you spending more and more time with Bianca over the following few days, laughing in her company and allowing her hand to linger on your arm. Anyone would imagine themselves crushing the offending hand with a hammer and some brute force - it didn’t mean anything.
“Wednesday, go and talk to her.” Enid spoke with a nudge to her best friend’s arm. You were lingering in the hallway with Bianca and Yoko and Wednesday had barely taken her eyes off you. Enid saw the way she looked at you, longingly and in adoration, if only her best friend wasn’t so oblivious.
“Why would I do that?” She muttered in response, dragging her eyes away from where you laughed, leaning into Bianca’s side in a much too close fashion for Wednesday’s liking.
“Because you obviously care about her.”
“You’re delusional Enid, I think those nail polish fumes are getting to your brain.”
“And you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, I just don’t see how she could’ve moved on so quickly.”
“I thought you weren’t an official thing?” Enid answered with a teasing smile, catching Wednesday in a little bit of her own logic.
“We weren’t. I’m not like my parents, Enid. I don’t fall in love, I don’t get butterflies in my stomach or whatever other nauseating concepts you all like to babble about. It wasn’t anything, it was just casual.”
“People who don’t have feelings for somebody usually don’t stare down anybody who so much as puts an arm around them. Whether you like it or not, Wednesday Addams, you have been bitten by the love bug.” She grinned, a perfect contrast to the scowl on Wednesday’s face.
“I can assure you no insect has bitten me, I’d rather enjoy such a thing.” She muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest in annoyance, a burning anger bubbling inside of her at the sight of your head leaning against Bianca’s arm as the three of you chatted.
“You laugh at the things she says-”
“I find her amusing.”
“You invited her to our dorm to watch movies.”
“We have the same taste.”
“You let her read your manuscripts.”
“She’s one of the only intelligent people around here.” Wednesday shrugged.
“You know her coffee order, you bought her her favourite book, you let her meet your parents, you-”
“Enid. You may be my best friend but I am not immune to the annoyance of your incessant rambling.” She interrupted her with a raise of her hand.
“My point is, you have feelings for her. And they’re definitely not negative ones.” Enid returned with a smirk. “And you’re definitely jealous.” She added in a whisper. She expected an arguing retaliation, a comment on her being stupid or ‘too wrapped up in trying to witness a real life rom com’ as Wednesday had once labelled it. But instead she was met with quiet, seeing Wednesday intently looking behind her with her jaw clenched dangerously tightly and her hands balled into fists.
She glanced over her shoulder to find you being pulled into a hug and turned back to the empty place that once held the body of her best friend.
Thick soled black shoes clicked against the wooden hallway floor as Wednesday walked past her, nearing where you stood, oblivious to her approaching form. You weren’t aware of her presence until she grabbed your arm, yanking you away from the group as they just watched in a stunned silence as she dragged you away without a single word.
“Wednesday, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked her as the way her fingers grasped at your upper arm were bound to leave a mark behind, and you knew how much she enjoyed that.
“I am sick of watching her put her hands all over you.” She hissed, dragging you through her door before slamming your back into it firmly with her hands on your waist.
“You lost any right to give a shit the moment you walked away.” You returned in an equally angered tone, trying to fight against her strong hold of you. A hand made its way around your throat at your attempt to move.
“You’re mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Only me.”
“And why the hell should I do as you say?”
“Because I broke the rule too.” She rushed out, hovering her lips over yours. “It has been brought to my knowledge that I’m actually in love with you.” Her breath was warm against you and you closed the space between you with a push of your lips against hers, reunited with more passion than before.
It was an easy rhythm to fall back into after a few days apart, with her hands pushing beneath your shirt to feel your skin beneath her palms and yours pushing the jacket past her shoulders.
She stepped backwards with her hold still on your waist, locking eyes with you with a small smile tugging at her lips which you returned until you reached her bed. She guided you onto your back, climbing on top of you to straddle your waist as she pulled her shirt over her head, ridding you of yours shortly after.
Her lips kissed along your collarbone softer than they had before, teeth grazing your skin, licking tentatively across your neck with a bite and a suck to leave a mark behind. It was more tender than before but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to show who you belonged to,to let everyone see.
She reunited your lips once more, pushing her tongue past your lips along with slow and heated kisses. Your tongue flicked against hers only to be pushed with dominance whilst she smirked against you at the small whimper you let out. Everything about the kiss was intense, messy and palpable with little thought and precision, just two bodies moulded together in lust.
Her hips pushed into yours, mindless grinding against one another with desperate attempts to relieve the aching feeling between your thighs. The way she pulled at the button of your jeans just showed how truly hungry she was for you, slipping her hand past the waistband of your underwear with a teasing fingertip sliding through your folds,
“God, Wednesday, touch me. Please, I need you.” You murmured into her mouth, it was as though she was addicted to the feeling of your lips moving with hers the way she wouldn’t pull away. It was different than before, less transactional, not something for a quick relief but something neither of you wanted to end.
She groaned into your mouth at how you felt around her fingers when she pushed them into your pussy, revelling in the warmth she’d missed as she began a steady pace, curling them into you perfectly whilst her kisses never wavered.
It felt so good to be kissing you, letting herself feel everything she’d been trying to ignore. How she loves the flavour of your lip balm and how you play with the hairs at the nape of her neck when you hold her close. She let herself enjoy the way your teeth gently tug at her bottom lip and how you sound when you whimper into her mouth when her thumb rubs over your clit and how excited she gets when your hips buck in an attempt to chase your release because it lets her know just how good she makes you feel.
She let herself feel, finally letting herself experience what is an act of love between two people and no longer just a casual fling - a quick fuck with a focus on pleasure before parting ways.
Wednesday could feel you getting close, soaking her fingers while your hips matched the rhythm of her pushes into you and your nails dug into the skin of her back leaving crescent shapes behind.
“I want to see you fall apart for me.” She spoke through her heavy breaths, breaking away from the kiss to look down at you and your parted swollen lips. Her cheeks were tinted pink and her eyes were even darker than their regular shade. Her hair was slightly ruffled from your hand and she looked at you with pure lust. The sight along with the fingers fucking into you was enough to bring you over the edge, clenching around her digits with a moan of pleasure and an arching of your back off of the bed.
She watched you intently as you came down from your orgasm whilst she pushed her fingers past her lips, sucking your juices from her skin appreciatively until they were licked clean.
“Fuck, I love you, Wednesday Addams.” You breathed.
She greeted you with a rare large smile, immediately grabbing your face between her hands and smiling into the kiss she pressed to your lips. She loved you too and she’d spend the rest of the day showing you just how much.
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SOFT SPOT
[Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader oneshot]
> characters are already in a established relationship, Wednesday lowkey having a soft spot for the reader <33 and ofcourse, characters are aged up.
> Wednesday has been known for showing sadistic tendencies and a dark personality. However, to you she shows another side that other people didn't even know she had.
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"Wednesdayyyyyyyyy, c'mon plsssss" you whined, tugging on her black and white knitted sweater.
"For the last time mi amor, I am not gonna cuddle with you, let alone let you sleep on me." She said as she typed on her typewriter. Mentally rolling her eyes.
You're lucky she loves you, otherwise she would've chopped your fingers off the moment you started tugging on her sweater.
"why notttttt? Don't you love me anymoreeee?" You dramatically asked as you wiped your fake tears away.
"You know that I spend at least an hour devoting to my novel." Wednesday said, eyes still glued on the typewriter infront of her.
She typed quietly and the clicking noise that the typewriter made was calming.
She looked so pretty when she was focused. Ofcourse she looked pretty all the time, but there's something much more when she's focused. She looked really attractive.
"And I didn't say that I don't love you anymore, Cariño." She added. Her cheeks were (very) lightly coated with blush as she said that.
"Then plsssss cuddle with meeeee, I'm really sleepy :(" you said. Your lips forming a little pout.
Wednesday glanced at you, 'Adorable. so adorable that it's actually pathetic.' she thought, still having a deadpanned expression.
"I'm almost done. Just wait a little longer, querida." She said looking at you. Eyes scanning over your face, watching your expression falter.
"but- but- wednesdayyyyy you said that 30 minutes agoooo?!!!" You whined once more as your mouth formed an even bigger pout.
"You didn't have a problem with waiting awhile ago, why throw a fit now?" Wednesday said, shooting you a glare.
"becauseeeee, I didn't feel tired thennn" you said grabbing on to the side of the chair that she was sitting on.
Yes, you were acting a little much like a toddler but at this point you were getting frustrated. All you wanted was to cuddle, was that too much to ask?
"You're capable of sleeping on your own. You don't need to have me beside you to sleep." she said, Her eyes boring holes into your soul.
"If you're really that tired you're welcome to sleep on my bed. But it won't be comfortable though. So don't blame me if you wake up with a stiff neck." She turned to her typewriter to continue her unfinished novel.
You sighed. "welp, it was worth a shot...." You said. Your shoulders dropped a little.
You stood up, head still facing the ground. Your eyes unexpectedly started to form tears. Real tears.
You went ahead and wiped some of your tears as you tried to stifle yourself from crying. 'why am I even crying? I'm acting like such a big baby.' you thought, eyes proceeding to create more tears.
Wednesday turned around to see what you were doing since you had stopped whining and begging.
Wednesday's eyes widened a little. She didn't expect you to cry.
'shit.' She thought. She didn't mean to make you cry. She thought of a way to try and make you stop crying.
"Fine." she said.
"huh?" You said glancing her way. Hurriedly wiping wiping your tears away (or at least trying to) "Wednesday what do you mean?"
"I'll cuddle with you. I'll even let you sleep on me." She said as she sighed. Her cheeks were coated with blush, but unlike last time, the blush was actually a little more visible.
"Really?!!!?" You excitedly exclaimed.
"Yes. Now, stop crying before I change my mind." she visibly rolled her eyes.
Wednesday borrowed some of Enid's pillows. 'She won't mind.' she thought, before putting them on her own bed.
5 minutes later and you're already soundly asleep in the arms of your one and only love, Wednesday Addams.
Wednesday glanced at you, making sure that you were actually asleep. '.... You're lucky that I have a soft spot for you.' she thought, lips curling up a little to form a small smile.
She gently kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer. "Sleep well, mi amor." She whispered before she herself slowly dozed off to sleep.
a/n:
I deeply apologize if there are any spelling mistakes. I know I haven't posted for literally a long time, I am really sorry.
Oh, and I'm sorry if the oneshot doesn't make sense ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I'll try even harder to post even more oneshots/imagines. :')
That's all, Thankyou <33
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❋ love sick
i. ajax is sick, luckily he has his cute medic gf to aid him.
ii. ajax petropolus x female reader
iii. sickness, making out, reader can blush, mention of food / vegetables
iv. reader can only heal physical wounds, effects like a fever cannot be treated. ajax can turn his snake hair into normal hair when he's feeling unwell. ( hc, not real. )
a raspy groan emerged from the lonely bed of ajax, throat sore and head aching as he, with all his might, attempts to escape his bedridden curse. you gaze upon his place with narrowed eyes and scrunched eyebrows, hands on your hips as you watch your boyfriend's fatal attempt fail. he sighs in defeat once he feels your angry stare impale his figure, leaning back into his place on the bed with a defeated look. you huff in satisfaction and continue your homework. well, not just yours, but his too.
"[name], please just let me out.. i've been stuck here for ages." he pleads with a exaggerated voice. desperate to leave this hellhole of a room with you by his side. "ajax, i've told you many times. you need to stay in bed, it's for your own good." you spoke in a motherly tone, not even sparing a glance at the boy who just turned his back to you. "if anything, this is your fault. I told you we shouldn't have stayed under the rain for too long. luckily for me, my immune system is much stronger than yours. so once your temperature lowers, you really need to eat more of your vegetables, okay snake boy?" he whimpers in distraught "but, it tastes so weird. the texture is rough, and it tastes like nothing! you're basically eating a leaf at this point."
you roll your eyes and pay him no mind. quickly reverting back to your study of carnivore plants, [name], sleep with me." the drastic change of voice and personality caught you off guard at first but soon recovered and turned your back to your homework. "i have homework to finish, plus if i get sick, who's gonna take care of you?" "but, you said you had a strong immune system. you can survive this, right?" now thinking back on it, the chances of him infecting you with his bacteria is a fifty-fifty chance. long as he doesn't yawn in your face or lick your lips as a joke you'll be alright. "I accept your offer." turning the lamp off, the room goes dull with the lack of light. moonshine seeping through the class window behind the bed, you place next to him and he immediately turns to face you with a eager look in his eyes. to which you blankly stared at him with a tired face.
"you know we can't exchange any physical contact, it's too much of a risk. control yourself jax." you say as you wrap your finger around his used to be snake hair. he doesn't say anything which makes you cock an eyebrow, you stare into his eyes and immediately, your lips are attacked by his own. thin hands gripping each side of your head while his tounge ravages your mouth. you moan in worry and pleasure. gripping his shoulders tight as you lean deeper into the kiss. a few seconds later you both pull way. panting and gasping for air, sweat rolls down your forehead and your body temperature increases. red engulfing your face to which ajax chuckles at.
"what happened to no physical contact, doctor?"
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HELP!!!
BRO PLEASE I NEED TO FIND THIS FIC SO BAD
it was an angsty wednesday addams x reader where they were married but wednesday was super neglectful in their relationship but reader always brushed it off because she thought as their marriage progressed wednesday would become better. so in their marriage basically it was as if the reader was not even there like wednesday acknowledged her but she never treated her as if her needs and wants mattered, like even in the way that their house was decorated it was all just what wednesday like and reader got one room that she made her art room and wednesday didnt even know about it. it all comes to a head when wednesday promised to get the reader some special paints? or maybe it was art pens? some like really expensive art medium that reader had been wanting for a while and reader went all out with her gift for wednesday (i think it was a painting reader did of them?) and wednesday got her nothing cause she forgot. i think reader either loses it or says its fine and then loses it later. either way when it finally sinks in to wednesday how awful shes been she looks all over the house for reader and finds her sobbing in her art room.
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR MONTHS AND CANT FIND IT SO IF YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW OR @ ME IN IT
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