#wedneday addams

[wol-fica]

-𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦-

summary - you admit to finding jenna’s portrayal of wednesday hot, in which she uses against you

warnings - control, sub!reader, dom!jenna, oral (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), slight choking

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“You know, the way you portrayed Wednesday is really cool.” You remarked, throwing some popcorn into your mouth.

You were seated on the couch in your living room while Jenna was snugly cuddled into your side as you both watched episode five of the Wednesday show.

“Really? You think so?” Jenna asked, looking up at you fondly.

“Definitely, she’s fucking hot as hell.” You hummed, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead as you pulled her closer to you.

Your attention turned back to the TV, completely oblivious to the new look in Jenna’s eyes as she stared at you.

As you watched the episode, Jenna’s hand slowly crept from yours and moved to your thigh. She squeezed softly, sitting up so she now so she was shoulder to shoulder with you.

You didn’t find her adjustment to be weird and found her hand on your thigh to be heartwarming. But soon your judgment changed as her hand traveled slowly upwards towards what was between your thighs. Your breath hitched as she suddenly cupped your crotch.

Her movements were slow, almost dull, as she pushed you onto your back and mounted atop your midsection. There in that position, you got a good view of her face.

Her eyes were flat, eyelids relaxed as she stared at you in a haze. The muscles in her face were unmoving as she tilted her head down, staring at you with the iconic ‘Kubrick’ stare. Her chest rose and fell sluggishly as her hands gently pulled your shirt up and off of your body.

“Jenna-“ Your protest was abruptly cut off as Jenna’s hand had grabbed your throat.

“Quiet.” She snarled at you whilst carefully getting your sweatpants out of the way.

Earlier, when you had changed out of your work clothes and into comfortable wear, you disregarded undergarments as you intended to be as relaxed as possible while watching TV with your girlfriend. Now, in the predicament you are in, you wish you had chosen otherwise.

Jenna’s soft hands trailed up your body, her fingers lightly brushing your breasts before she cupped your face. Her lips grazed against yours, the comforting smell of her mint toothpaste overwhelmed your nostrils before she gave you an open-mouth kiss.

You recuperated her action, but you were quickly put down as her hand returned to your throat. She gently squeezed as she kissed you, humming in appreciation when you moaned at her choking you.

Eventually she left a trail of kisses down your neck, leading to your chest where she was face to face with your boobs. She brings her mouth to one of your nipples, then bites it, not too harshly, but enough for you to feel a bit of pain.

You sharply inhale and moan out, “Fuck Jenna.”

She hums and starts to rapidly flick your nipple with her tongue, making your hips buck up. After doing that for thirty seconds or so, she switches to latching her mouth around your nipple and sucks on it. You moan and try throwing your head back, further into the mattress, but it’s impossible. Your hands find and grip your sheets, then she starts to suck harder.

“Mm Jenna…wait!”

She doesn’t, and proceeds to kiss down your stomach to your pussy where her head resides in between your thighs.

“Such a pathetic little thing.” Jenna muttered monotonously, “You are already drenched.”

You’re about to whine, but then feel a finger tap your clit. A breathy moan leaves your mouth as Jenna’s mouth gets closer to you, then she blows on it, making you gasp and your hips buck up. She takes her hands and grips your thighs, pushing them down into your mattress. She flattens her tongue and slowly licks a stripe from the bottom of your entrance, all the way up to your clit. 

You moan out, “Oh fuck, Jenna” and then her lips latch around you.

She sucks on it for a couple seconds, then hums and your hips try and buck up, but Jenna’s grip is too strong. She knows she is not going fast enough for you, especially when you cried out “Faster Jenna, please!”, but she doesn’t budge. Her tongue slowly lapped away, gently rubbing against your clit.

Soon she was satisfied with your torture and moved her head down lower, teasing your entrance with her tongue. She hums happily at the taste of you; so sweet and addictive.

The vibrations from her hum make you moan loudly, then she gently inserts her tongue inside your entrance. A louder moan escapes from your lips as she starts to move her tongue in and out of you at a fast pace, her stamina unwavering.

“Fuck Jenna! O-oh my god!” You cried out, arching your back off the couch.

Your orgasm comes faster than you expect, hitting you like a mac-truck. As you came, shaking slightly, Jenna pulls her head back to watch you come undone. After enjoying just staring at you, she lowered her head again to continue her attack on your clit.

time skip…

“Mmph Jenna!” You moaned, throwing you head back as she thrusted into you roughly, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

She pulled her hips back sharply and plowed into you, your body moved against the sheets with such force that the couch moved. Your legs lost their hold around her waist from her movements and fell to the sides, so she grabbed them and pushed them into your chest. You moaned as you felt her go even deeper, and she grunted from how hard she was pounding into you.

Your hands were on her back, pushing her closer to you, scratching red lines down her back that had you proud for marking her. She moaned at the pain and moved her face into the crook of your neck, sucking on it harshly to leave her own mark on you.

You both were getting closer, she could feel you squeezing her strap tightly, gripping around her like a wet glove, all you could hear was your slapping bodies, and sloshing noises you both made. She pressed herself fully against you, needing to feel more of you, your breasts connecting to rub against each other, her arms wrapped around you, holding you closer to her. You noticed her hips moving erratically, getting sloppier with her rhythm against you, she was getting close to her release as well.

Her forehead rested on yours as she came, pulling you with her for your sixth and final orgasm of the night. Both of your breathing was erratic and deep, exhaustion clouding both of your senses.

“Still…have no idea…why you decided…to do this now..” You sighed, letting Jenna rest against your chest.

“You called Wednesday hot, had to repay you for your compliment.” She replied, snuggling into your warm body.

“Guess I have to call her hot more often.” You mumbled, causing Jenna to giggle.

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[rollingsins]

Jealous Wednesday drabble? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Filled, thanks boo

“He’s like a gnat.” Wednesday seethes. “Buzzing around girls who don’t want his attention.” 

The gnat in question is Xavier Thorpe. 

His crime? Offering you his notes from the phytotoxicology class you’d missed on Tuesday due to a head cold. Wednesday had watched the interaction, and had been seething like a stormcloud all the way back to her dorm room. 

“He was just being friendly, baby.” You say, reaching out to rub her arm. 

Wednesday shoots you a look and withdraws from your touch as if you’d burned her. 

She doesn’t like pet names, or affection when it’s not pre or post-coital. But even worse, she hates when you defend the people she doesn’t like. 

“Do I look like an infant to you, YN?” She asks, all of her ire suddenly turned on you. You blink, a little startled. Her eyebrows are knit, her eyes awash with fury. 

All the fury of a two year old being refused her favorite toy. 

“Right now?” You ask, hesitant, “A little.” 

Wednesday blinks. If possible, her eyes darken even more. And you’re immediately aware you’ve said the wrong thing. 

You sigh. 

“Xavier isn’t interested in me,” You say in an attempt to placate her, “He had a crush on you, remember?” 

Wednesday stares. 

“That was last year,” She says, eyebrows knit, “And once he became imminently aware I would rather sit through a sing-along screening of the Sound of Music than become romantically involved with him, I believe his affections shifted.” 

She eyes you up, as if it’s you who's done something wrong. 

You shrug. 

“Ditto.” You say, well aware of the fruitless attempt to pacify her. There was only one thing that seemed to always convince her. It would come sooner, rather than later. And thankfully, nowadays, Wednesday’s room always seemed to be vacant. Enid too preoccupied with Ajax to ever be home. 

At the prospect of having Wednesday’s dorm room to yourselves, arousal flashes hot and fast through you. 

But Wednesday, as always, is two steps behind. Her jaw clenches. 

“You love The Sound of Music,” She says, voice slightly accusatory, “That means nothing.”

“I love you.” You say, meeting her gaze. It doesn’t waver, “Doesn’t that mean something?” 

Wednesday considers this. Her eyes narrow, like she’s sizing you up. Her eyes flicker, and you know it’s time. 

“Undress,” She says, leaning back slightly, “We are going to copulate.” 

“Sexy.” You say, voice wry, “You sure know how to talk a girl into bed, Wednesday.” 

Wednesday leans forward. 

“Undress.” She insists, “I’m not asking.” 

You cross your legs, gaze defiant. You know she likes this. A little resistance, fire meeting fire. It isn’t fun when it’s easy. 

“I bet Xavier wouldn’t demand me to sleep with him,” You say, “I bet he’d ask, super nice. Call me nice names, tell me he loves me.”

Wednesday’s eyes narrow. 

You half think she’s about to throw you onto the bed and rip your clothes off when she meets your gaze. The storm in her dark eyes doesn’t let up. 

“Undress, please, sweetheart,” She says, through gritted teeth, “I want to remind you you’re mine.” 

You tilt your head, waiting. 

She sighs. 

“And…” She says, as if the pause in her sentence will lessen your desire for her to say the words. She quirks an eyebrow. It doesn’t work. 

 “And I love you.” 

You smile. 

“I love you too,” You tell her, pull your shirt over your head, “And Xavier isn’t going to woo me with phytotoxicology notes. Don’t worry, baby.” 

This time, she allows the epithet. She softens, meeting your submission with a kiss. 

She climbs atop you, a careful maneuver that has her knee fall between your legs in just the right place.  

“Xavier won’t woo you no matter what he does,” She says, as she unbuttons your jeans, “But I’ll remind you why, just in case.”

[vaniloqu3nce]

Enid: Every minute I’m away from Wednesday feels like torture!

Yoko: How long has it been since Wednesday went to the bathroom?

Divina, checking her watch: Uh…twenty seven seconds.

Yoko: That can’t be healthy.

Divina, staring:

Yoko, who is wrapped around her waist: What?

Divina: I’ve had to pee for an hour.

Yoko: I don’t speak whatever language that is.

Enid: *sobbing in the background*

[leticiahorta]

Making some stickers to bring to conventions this year and I couldn't NOT make them  🗡️💖

[weyler]

Wednesday: We need to get through this locked door. Tyler, give me your credit card.

Tyler: Here.

Wednesday, pocketing it: Thanks. Enid, kick down the door.

[whyislenaluthorsohot]

Wednesday, t-posing in the doorway: Greetings, parental figure.

Weems, not looking up from her paperwork: Good morning, problem child.

[geodepotential]

Wednesday as Draw the Squad

[blvckphilip]

“well I'll get you baby with a little luck 'cause i'm teenage tiger and a goo goo muck you better duck when i show up the goo goo muck”

[jackietorrance]

Movie

Y/n gets scared and hugs Wednesday.

Y/n: Ugh, why are movies nowadays so scary?

Wednesday: Why Are They Horror Movies?

Y/n: oh yeah definitely

y/n goes back to her seat

Wednesday: I didn't say get out of here

[jibellda]

Wednesday addams & Enid sinclair(NOCC Download)

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[peachy-ash]

𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

[wol-fica]

-𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕-

pairings - wednesday x gn!reader

summary - Wednesday comes to you for advice and guidance with her stalker problem, and finally confesses

warnings - kissing, slight make out, fluff, kinda investigation, wednesday is so hot omg

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It was a peaceful night at Nevermore Academy, not a sound could be heard, except for up in Apollo Hall. The soft ‘swoosh’ of a broom across wooden floors filled the large space as I did the weekly clean of my dorm. 

I lived alone, well technically not, as I did have a roommate, but they never stayed here or even bothered to show up at the beginning of the semester, so I assumed that the dorm was mine for the taking. Maximus, my dorm parent, had said that he didn’t mind me having it to myself, but I needed to uphold the promise of keeping it in order just in case a new student comes along. 

So here I was, ridding the space of all dust and grime. The faint sound of laughter flowed through my open window, probably coming from down in the quad. There was a late night party for the students who participated in the repair of the school, which was basically everyone. I was invited, but I’d rather be alone with my books than get drunk with the crowd. Everyone was down to do drugs and chug alcohol, which is why I was incredibly surprised to hear a swift knock at my door.

“Coming!” I called, placing the broom back into my supply closet before heading to the door. I opened it, only to be met with someone I would never expect to be at my doorstep. 

Wednesday Addams, gloomy and attractive as always. 

See, Wednesday and I have only interacted twice, so I was confused why she would be here at my door. The first time we met was at Eugene’s shed; I had gone there to get a jar of honey for my baking escapades, and Wednesday was there looming over a book of some sort. I had said hello, but all I received was a look and a nod. 

The second time was with Enid; I was in their dorm helping her decorate a large poster board for her project on giant hawks when Wednesday arrived back from Hummers club. We made eye contact for a solid two-and-a-half seconds before she greeted Enid and went straight to her typewriter. 

So for her to be standing in my doorway, arms full of papers and a black display board while her face looked bland as ever, was quite a shock to me.

“Wednesday, Hi.” I said, probably looking like an idiot.

Her eyes scanned my face before trailing down to the black apron I wore for cleaning. Instantly, my skin went red from embarrassment, and I scrambled to take it off.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of sweeping when you knocked.” 

“That is fine, having a neat room shows me that you are at least cleaner than most.” Wednesday said, her voice a bit less monotonous than usual. “Can I enter?”

“I…of course!” I stammered, stepping aside so she could walk in.

I shut the door behind her, locked it, and turned to see her inspecting my walls. She moved around the room quite fast, her hand tracing along the ancient wood. Once she seemed satisfied, she placed her things on my bed and got to work setting up her display board. 

“Uh, can I help with anything…?” I asked, sliding closer to see what she had.

She shook her head no and grabbed her papers to pin them up on the black panel, which is where I realized they were in fact photos of her. All of them were inconsistent, some with her by herself, others while she was with Enid or Xavier. 

“Wednesday what-” 

She slapped her hand to my mouth, glaring her dark eyes at me. “Be patient, you will see what I'm getting at.”

I obliged, keeping my eyes on Wednesday as she finished pinning the last of her photos. Once she was satisfied, she clasped my hand and pulled me back to see the full product. Red string trailed from each photo to a paper, which led to the center, a dark blurry figure. 

We stared at it for a moment, basking in the silence. In our pause, I registered her hand in mine. Her skin was cold, but not in a repulsive way, it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. I was surprised, especially when her thumb gently traced the back of my hand. 

“So, what am I looking at?” I asked, breaking the silence. 

She went forward to inspect her work more closely, her hand sliding out of mine in the process. An empty feeling filled the air but I ignored it out of respect.

“Wednesday?” I asked again, coming up next to her.

“It seems that I have acquired a stalker.” She murmured, scratching her chin.

“I see that, but why did you come here?” 

“Because I needed a consult.”

“What’s wrong with Enid? Xavier?” 

Wednesday’s dark eyes snapped to mine, a glare clouding her face. She stared at me for a good few seconds before looking back at her board.

“Because of that picture.” She stated, pointing at one of her laying on her colorless bed, “I care for Enid and Xavier greatly, but this makes me paranoid.”

I nod, understanding her view, “How would they get a picture of you in your room?” 

“A good question, but I'm not sure about the answer.”

“I see.”

Silence, again; Wednesday really likes to analyze, so I used this time to admire her. 

One thing about her that I always found interesting about her was her face. While most people would say she is bland and psychotic, I fully disagree. She has always had this effect on me that I couldn’t quite pinpoint until now.  

When we would pass in the hallway, I would get giddy and nervous, but as soon as she was gone those feelings diminished. We sit with each other in Creepy Creatures class, and I always get so scared to mess up on a test or choose dumb answers for homework in fear of repulsing her.

“Y/N.” 

Wednesday’s voice snapped me out of my daydreaming, causing me to look down to her. Her dark, well-trained eyes searched my Y/E/C ones with curiosity.

“What were you doing?” She asked, peering up at me.

“Nothing! Just thinking about stuff.”

She hummed slowly, still staring at me. “Stuff.”

I nodded sheepishly and smiled, giving a tense shrug. 

“Anyways, I had asked if you had any theories on who my despicable stalker could be.”

I thought for a moment, multiple possibilities filling my brain.

“Old family member?” I suggested.

Wednesday studied my face as she seemed to ponder about what I said. “Elaborate.”

I cleared my throat. “Distant relative. Has an issue with your family or you yourself. They want to scare you by taking stalkerish photos of you?”

“No, too easy.”

“How about a current student? Someone who is jealous of you and is trying to distract you from things about to happen?”

She pursed her lip at that one. “Maybe”

“Ooh! Or an old foe!” I said, now being very interested in the issue. “Someone you crossed and maybe have beaten in the past, they are back to scare you!”

I turned to see her slightly grinning at me, her eyes watching my every move. My face heated up and I giggled, scratching the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I love mysteries.”

Wednesday shook her head slightly, giving me an ever so small smirk. “That’s okay, investigating is cute on you.”

“Really?” I said, a blush covering my cheeks.

“Yes, it's terribly annoying.”

“Sorry.”

She scoffed, shaking her head; her eyes met mine with a fiery glaze. She was studying me again, taking in my features so they would have an imprint in her brain. I learned that Wednesday would do that so she could remember who she saw in a day in case of an unfortunate event happening. 

“You are incredibly naive.” Wednesday said, tracing her fingers across a photo of her and I in botany class.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. What did that mean? Was I supposed to pick up on something? Did she ask me another question? 

“What do you mean?” I asked with caution.

Her shoulders dropped as her head drooped sadly. Cringing a slight bit, I backed away in fear that I said something wrong. 

“I keep throwing signals in your direction but you are to blind to see my attempts; unless I’m just bad at flirting.”

I looked stupid, very stupid. My mouth was hanging open while my eyes squinted in thought. 

“You…have a thing for me? Like a crush?” 

“Yes, I have gained an attraction to you.” She said, watching for my reaction.

“Oh.” 

“Are you disappointed?”

“What? No.”

“Then angry.”

“Wednesday, wait.” I said, shushing her before she started assuming the worst.

She stared, her eyes never leaving mine. Our gaze seemed to create a thin spark between us as we had a silent conversation through facial expressions. My thoughts took a pause when I saw her dark orbs flicker down to my lips, her own parting slightly.

“Can…can I kiss you Y/N?” Wednesday asked tentatively whilst rocking on her feet.

I smiled, reaching out to grab her hands.

“Call me Y/N/N.” 

And with that, our lips met in a fiery blaze. Her’s were soft and delicate, yet surprisingly delicious. She tasted sweet like lemonade but with a hint of mint. My hands traveled down to her waist, pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her more properly. 

We broke for air, but she dove right back in with a ferocious demeanor. I felt the prodding of her tongue begging for access into my mouth, which I happily accepted. As soon as she got clearance, she set to work exploring every crevice with curiosity. The way her tongue would slide against mine created a bubbly feeling in my stomach, which only grew when she decided to cup my face.

I pulled back, a string of spit dangled between us. Giggling, I wiped it away and planted a soft peck to her cheek.

“Now I can brag that I made out with Wednesday Addams.” I snickered, burying my nose into her neck.

Suddenly, a sharp jab of a fist collided with my stomach, causing me to clutch it in discomfort.

“Tell anyone and I will rip you off at your mid-section.” She stated before pulling me into her for a tight hug.

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[nooshiesnutz]

Wife 🙏

[therulerofallpotatos]

Wyler Server 18+ update: I have a first draft of the channel list, rules, and roles set up as well as a mod to help run and set up the server for official opening. Once this is ready, I will be making a tumblr blog dedicated to the server and sharing it here.

[byyliss]

Soooo, i watched Wednesday and although i really liked the settings and outfits, it didnt feel like an Addams Family story to me personally. Most of my problems are with the family dynamic that we see in the series, we dont have much bc its a show about Wednesday, but what we had wasnt really what the Addams were about. Anyway, i decided to do a few headcannons for fun about how i wiyld do things if i was the director or creator. Kind of an AU of sorts. Heres the first one!

Parting gifts

Each of the Addams family members gave their own goodbye gift to Wednesday.

Starting with Grandmama, she gave her dark little grandaughter an earring-like charm made of a black cat's eye and fur. Since the Addams are all about the opposite of normal, and GM is a witch, makes sense she would give a charm that means the opposite of 'good luck'. Its only on one ear and Wednesday always wear it.

Uncle Fester had a taxidermy phase when Wednesday was a baby and she was very found of a Frankenstein-like "plushie" he made from roadkill found near the family house, while he stopped his hobby, he still kept the "plushie" and decided to gift it to his niece when she was going to Nevermore. Its kept in W's nightstand and the only time she damaged it was when she cut it open to show Enid because the werewolf said "its cute that you have a teddy-bear! I knew you had a soft side"; after that W stitched it up and Enid stopped eating meat for a few days.

Pugsley, her ""dear"" younger brother decided to give her a bomb he made for this occasion, it looks like a small underwater mine with a black bow on top. He didnt really showed it to W, she figured he would pull something like that, when it fell out of one of her luggage, she difused it and now has it on her desk as paper weight.

Gomez loves his deadly little viper and only wants to give her the best. So he gave her a new fencing sword sealed with a paralysing poison, the initials WA imprinted on the blade. Unfortunetly after an incident with her sparring partner, principal Weens made the girl stop using it. Its now kept on a wall, still poisonous as ever.

Morticia in this version, is close to her daughter, they both are respectful towards each other. She decided to give W a special locket that contains a drop of blood of every Addams and Frump matriarch that has ever existed, to show her daughter that she'll always be an Addams, even if she decides to never have her own children, shes still part of the lineage and they will always be there for her. W wears it under her unifom.

Anyways, if anyone reads this, i hope you like it! 🖤🖤

[iamedelweiss]