#wenclair x fem!reader

[teaaagan]

Evil

Y/N: I have found a foolproof method to determine if someone is truly evil.

Wednesday: And that is?

Y/N: If they dislike Enid, they are evil.

Wednesday, nodding in agreement: Yeah, ok, that’s pretty sound logic.

[zip2-2-8]

I'm sorry i've been offline i was going to the gym with my older brother and stuff but requests are open for Avengers, wednesday characters, how to train your Dragon and even Harry Potter characters i write 18+, threesome, fluff and more if you have requests or Questions feel free to ask and if you are a Anon you can ask for a Emoji so i know who is who or you dont have to be an Anon just be 18+ and i love you all 🌹❤️

[gaeforwom3n]

Wednesday sleeping on the couch forever now (cr: ilovejenna134 on TikTok)

[jybyls]

List

Y/n: *crying*

Enid: What happened ?? Who hurt you ?

Y/n: You want a list ?

Wednesday: Actually, yes.

[crazyoffher]

TAKE YOUR PICK.

wednesday addams x fem!vampire!reader

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

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

word amount: 6900+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not forgiven, (Y/L/N).”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Add-”

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

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

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

“Addams-”

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

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

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

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

Huh?!

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

That’s what she presumed to regret. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was simple. “Relax.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t cum.”

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

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

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

“Cum for me, la mia dolce metà.”

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

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

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

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

[mazdoe]

Could you do either a Wenclair x Fem reader based off the song Ivy by Frank Ocean or just a Wednesday x Fem reader based off that song , honestly whichever is easier for you. Also, I hope you’re enjoying your day/night :)

A/N: Thanks you for the request, I hope you had something like this in mind. Also I apologies that it took so long for me to post this.

Pairing: Wenclair x Fem! Reader

Summary: Thing is comforting Y/N while she is having a restless night thinking about their past relationship.

Warning: angst ? It´s a little sad. Light emotional abuse if you squint. Also English is not my first Language.

The screech of the bed was in sync with the thunder roaring outside of Horatio Hall as you sat up in your bed, watching the tree branches hit against your window. It was lonely without Wednesday or Enid sneaking in through the window. Or Thing delivering sweet good night messages ( Mostly written by Enid) to your door right before you went to sleep.

You miss all of those little things they did for you, no actually you just miss being with them.

And the way they hugged you after a bad day, fully engulfing you into their arms and planting sweet little kisses onto your head. Or when "hi Thing" you whispered still emerged into your memories.

You fell back into your pillows still thinking about your picknick date from two weeks ago. Sitting on a neat blanket you had prepared earlier that day in the middle of a flower patch careful as to not hurt any of the pretty plants around you before placing a pretty basket on it filled with self baked pastries and raw meat filled pies specially made for Enid. You huffed out air "Thing? do you think they are happier without me?". Thing doesn't reply instead he seems ro be searching for something underneath the bed. "UGH No don't dos this to me thing! Does Wednesday even know you are here?" thing comes back onto them bed dragging a small Photoalbum being him. He starts tapping like a mad man, wanting you to open the album. "You really should not be here thing. they are happy without me. they made that clear, BOTH of them did." Thing doesn't even acknowledges your pleas instead he slides a photo to you.

"We were happy, I really thought we were happy, thing" You whisper afraid that anyone of Horatio Hall could hear you plead your sadness.

"I know that you believe that Wednesday and Enid still love me, but the trough is they probably never really did, I mean they have known each other for a couple of years before they even noticed I existed, they fit great together, thanks for showing me that, Thing" you say sarcasm dripping from your tongue like poison dripped from Wednesdays.

"well the members of Horatio Hall are always just the friend or the pushover we are no Ophelia" You turn away from thing, who was frantically looking through the Photoalbum.

A photo strip that showed a kiss between you enid and Wednesday fell onto your head, "I really think they just used me to get closer to Xavier, well at least we had a couple good months," You try to force a smile, but that doesn't stop the tears from spilling out.

Thing stayed with you till the morning.

The first day you would have to officially see them, after they casted you out of their lives.

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat; Chapter 15: Her Pain.

Summary: Wednesday doesn't understand how she had let this happen...

Warnings: EmotionalOutOfCharacterWednesday! A bit blood! But mostly Angst...

Parings: Wednesday x Fem reader. A bit of Wenclair friendship.

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It had all happened so fast. One second, she’d been on the verge of…something. A confession, a kiss, a surrender—she didn’t know, and now it didn't even mattered. Now she stood in front of the mirror and she hardly recognized herself.

Her dark hair, usually so perfectly groomed, was disheveled, with stray locks framing her face in a way that felt uncharacteristically wild. Her pallor was more pronounced than usual, the ashen tone of her skin bordering on sickly.

But it was her eyes that held her attention—wide, rimmed with a redness that betrayed the tears she refused to shed. She hated them, hated the weakness she saw staring back at her.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The world around her had descended into chaos the moment you collapsed in her arms, and now…now you were in this hospital, surrounded by strangers and medical equipment, your fragile body fighting to survive. And Wednesday was here, staring at herself, useless.

“Turn off the damn smokes!” she had screamed, the desperation in her voice so raw and unguarded that it startled even her.

Through the haze of panic, she saw Enid’s ears perk up from across the dance floor. The werewolf immediately darted to the sound booth. In seconds, the artificial smoke dissipated, but it didn’t matter anymore. The damage was already done.

“Wednesday, what the hell happened?” Enid’s voice was panicked as she skidded to a stop beside her. Her wide eyes darted between you, limp in Wednesday’s arms, and the crowd forming around them.

“Get an ambulance, RIGHT NOW.” Wednesday snapped, her voice trembling with fury and fear. She barely noticed the shocked expression on Enid’s face as Ajax fumbled for his phone, dialing emergency services with shaking hands.

Wednesday tried to lift you, her arms wrapping around your frail form. But as she strained to lift you, something inside her cracked. It wasn’t physical weakness—it was deeper, more insidious. Her knees buckled, her body trembling as the crushing weight of helplessness bore down on her.

“Damn it,” she hissed under her breath, her arms refusing to cooperate. The feeling of you slipping from her grip was unbearable, a visceral ache that clawed at her chest. She was strong—she’d always been strong. But now? Now she felt like nothing, like a hollow shell incapable of protecting the one thing that mattered most.

“Let me,” Enid said softly, kneeling beside her. Without waiting for permission, the werewolf scooped you into her arms with surprising ease, cradling your unconscious body as though you weighed nothing.

Wednesday followed her outside, her legs moving mechanically as her mind screamed at her to do something—anything—but there was nothing to be done.

The other students had gathered at the gates, forming a worried, murmuring crowd. Wednesday barely registered them. Her entire focus was on you—on the way your head lolled against Enid’s shoulder, your skin unnervingly pale in the moonlight.

“Wednesday, what happened?” “Is she okay?” “Is she breathing?”

“Quiet!” Luckily it was Weems who silenced them all before Wednesday snapped. She looked at Wednesday, but said nothing. She already understood that words would be wasted. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, her phone in one hand as she coordinated with emergency responders.

She remembers the paramedics rushing to take you from Enid’s arms, their movements swift and efficient. Wednesday tried to follow, her feet moving of their own accord, ready to climb in after you. But the paramedics stopped her.

“You can’t come with her,” one of them said, his tone apologetic “Only family members or authorities are allowed to ride along.”

“I’m more than—” Wednesday began, her voice rising in anger, but Weems cut her off.

Weems intervened immediately, her tone brooking no argument. “I am the Principal of this school. I’ll go with her,”

And just like that, the ambulance doors slammed shut, the wail of its siren tearing through the night as it sped away. Wednesday stood there, rooted in place, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. You were gone, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

“It’s okay,” Enid said gently, stepping beside her. “Ajax is getting his car. He’ll be here in thirty minutes tops, and we’ll go to the hospital together.”

Wednesday didn’t respond. She barely heard her friend’s words over the deafening roar in her own mind. Thirty minutes felt like a lifetime, and every second that ticked by was another moment where something could go horribly wrong. And she feared she wouldn't be there.

When they finally reached the hospital, it was Weems who met them in the waiting room.

“They’ve taken her to the ER, The doctors are doing everything they can"

And now here she was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at a version of herself she barely recognized.

God, she was weak. How had this happened? How had she let herself become so vulnerable? So…pathetic? She had spent her entire life building walls, shielding herself from anything that could make her feel this way. And yet, here she was, unraveling piece by piece because of you.

Her reflection mocked her, its hollow eyes and trembling lips a stark contrast to the composed, unflinching image she usually projected. She hated it. Hated herself. How had she let this happen? How had she allowed herself to care so deeply that the thought of losing you made her chest feel like it was caving in?

Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she struggled to remain in control.

How had she become so weak? So…human?

With a growl of frustration, she slammed her fist into the mirror. The glass shattered instantly, cracks spidering out from the point of impact. Pain shot up her arm as shards embedded themselves in her knuckles, but she didn’t care. The blood that dripped down her hand was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her.

The door creaked open behind her, and she stiffened.

“Wednesday?”

It was Enid.

“I’m fine,” Wednesday snapped, her voice like a whip.

But Enid ignored her. The werewolf stepped into the bathroom, her gaze softening as it landed on Wednesday’s bloodied hand. "Oh Wends..."

“Don’t,” Wednesday warned, taking a step back.

But Enid didn’t listen. In one swift motion, she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Wednesday in a firm, unyielding embrace.

“Let go,” Wednesday hissed, struggling against her. “Enid, I swear—”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Enid interrupted, her voice steady.

“Get off me,” Wednesday hissed, her voice laced with venom. She shoved at Enid’s arms, but the werewolf didn’t budge. “I can rip you apart,” she muttered, her voice low and dangerous.

“I know, but I’m not letting go.” Enid said simply, tightening her hold.

Wednesday’s struggles slowed, her strength waning as the weight of her emotions finally broke through. Her hands, bloodied and trembling, fell to her sides.

“Why?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Why did this happen?”

Enid didn’t have an answer, but she held her friend close, her own tears silently falling. “We’ll get through this,” she murmured. “You’re not alone.”

For the first time in her life, Wednesday didn’t push the comfort away. She allowed herself to lean into it if only for a moment, her face pressed against Enid’s shoulder as she struggled to breathe through the ache in her chest.

And for that moment, she wasn’t Wednesday Addams, the girl who thrived on darkness and chaos.

She was just a girl terrified of losing the one person who had managed to break through her walls.

As she followed Enid out of the bathroom, she barely registered her surroundings until she stepped into the waiting area outside the ER.

Her hand still bleeding from her earlier outburst, but she paid it no mind. There were more pressing matters, you.

First, her dark eyes immediately landed on your father, who was speaking with Principal Weems.

But then, just past them, Wednesday’s gaze fell on a cluster of people she did not expect to see.

Her therapy group.

What the hell were they doing here?

Wednesday strode toward them. Blood dripped from her injured hand, leaving small crimson spots on the tiled floor as her fists clenched tighter with every step.

The group turned toward her, their expressions ranging from surprised to concerned.

David was the first to step forward, his gaze landing on her bloodied hand. He let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Wednesday…”

“I don’t want your sighs, David,” Wednesday snapped, her tone dripping with irritation. “I want answers. Why are you all here? Who called you?”

“I did.”

The voice came from behind the group, and Wednesday’s dark eyes narrowed as Brooke stepped into view. She was wearing an intern’s scrubs.

“You?” Wednesday’s voice was sharp with disbelief. “You work here?”

Brooke shrugged nonchalantly, “Yeah. I’m an intern here. Surprise.”

“Why does this matter?” Wednesday demanded, gesturing toward the rest of the group. “Why are they here?”

“I was working the ER when they brought her in,” Brooke explained, her voice softening slightly. "Then after a while I saw you, looking all worried and...I thought I might need some backup so I just called them I guess."

Wednesday opened her mouth to argue, Enid, standing a step behind her, finally found her voice. "Wednesday, who are all these people?”

“The therapy group,” Wednesday muttered, her tone laced with disdain.

“What?” Enid blinked. “These are the therapy people?!”

“Unfortunately.”

“Look,” David said, running a hand through his hair, “we might just be a group of angry psychos who meet in a circle every week to complain about our lives— but Y/n is part of our little group of angry psychos.  And when one of us is in trouble, we show up. She’s one of us. And…” He hesitated, glancing at Wednesday. “Like it or not, you are too.”

“I’m not—” Wednesday began, her voice cold and biting, but Rick interrupted her.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. I am Batman, darkness incarnate, blah, blah, blah, ” Rick said, waving a hand dismissively. “But here’s the thing, Addams: you’re stuck with us. And if that means standing around a hospital waiting for news, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Also, I got a new car,” Rick added, jingling his keys. “So, Brooke, maybe don’t burn this one if we need to give someone a ride home, yeah?”

Ashley hit Rick with her elbow “Now’s not the time, idiot.”

“Let me see your hand,” Brooke said firmly, her tone more doctor than therapy member now.

“It’s fine,” Wednesday snapped, instinctively tucking her injured hand behind her back.

Brooke raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “That’s not going to fly here. Sit down, or I’ll have security drag you out for bleeding all over the hospital floor.”

Enid put a hand on Wednesday’s shoulder. “You should let her, Wends. I mean, you wouldn't want Y/n seeing that."

With a huff of annoyance, Wednesday relented, sitting down stiffly on the bench as Brooke began cleaning and bandaging her knuckles.

“I still don’t understand why you all care for people you barely know so much.” Wednesday muttered as Brooke worked.

“Like David said,” Brooke replied without looking up, “we take care of our own. You might not like it, but you’ve somehow become part of this dysfunctional little family. And like it or not, we care about you.”

Wednesday was about to retort when the door to the ER opened, and a doctor stepped out. Her sharp eyes immediately locked onto the man, and for the first time that night, her breath caught in her throat.

The doctor’s expression was professional but grave as he approached.

“Are you here for the young woman brought in from Nevermore Academy?"

“I am. How is she?” Wednesday asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then said, “She’s stable, but…”

“But what?” Wednesday demanded, her voice sharp and trembling.

“She’s in a coma,” the doctor said gently. “For now, her condition is critical but stable. We’ll be monitoring her closely, but it’s too soon to say anything definitive.”

The words hit Wednesday like a physical blow. She felt the air leave her lungs, her vision narrowing as the weight of the doctor’s words settled over her.

A heavy silence fell over the group. Enid placed a tentative hand on Wednesday’s shoulder, but she barely felt it.

“Can I see her?” Wednesday asked, her voice barely audible.

The doctor nodded. “Only one visitor at a time for now. But you’ll need to address that hand of yours before you go in.” His gaze flicked to Brooke, who was finishing up the bandaging.

“It’s taken care of,” Brooke said smoothly, giving the doctor a pointed look.

The Doctor nodded before walking back into the ER.

As soon as he was gone, Brooke handed Wednesday a pair of disposable gloves. “Hide the bandage. You’re not sneaking past anyone with blood all over you.” She gave Brooke a small nod before taking the gloves.

As Wednesday followed the doctor into the ER, the rest of the group exchanged quiet glances. David sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s not gonna take this well,” he muttered. Enid, her gaze fixed on Wednesday, let out a small, humorless laugh. “When does she ever take anything well?”

[Author's note: Back to writing again but its kinda hard to manage time nowadays, Comment how you guys feel about this chapter.]

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[reginas-toy]

Hi, I write fics and repost stupid shit! nice to meet you

This is just a housekeeping post ig. 18+ cause smut!

Amber_Frman on A03

Under the cut are links to my fics on my 2 Blogs on here! do check them out if you wanna.

Wenclair

Research saga (4.5 ch.)

Purpose

Doctor who

Ruby Sunday

link to my amber-frrman blog (Scream/Wenclair/Mean girls)

Also Tamber HCs chapter 20

[superduper-writer]

ok so ig this is like a lil rundown of what i write and stuff (no ones gonna read this tho thats embarrassing) but idk what im doing so js bear with me

ok SO

I WILL WRITE:

smut, fem!reader, gn!reader, angst, fluff/comfort, headcanons, and g!p (if there's anything else im not thinking about, ill add).

I WON'T WRITE:

rape or noncon of any sort, incest, male!reader (it's just a little odd for me since im not a dude), and i think that's it

CHARACTERS/PEOPLE I WRITE FOR:

Jenna Ortega and her characters, Emma Myers, Enid Sinclair, Maya Hawke, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Sam Carpenter, Mindy Meeks-Martin, and Amber Freeman.

ill never write for guys unless it's platonic

SHIPS I WRITE FOR:

any of the previously mentioned characters/people x reader (obviously), Tamber, Wenclair, and Ronance

[eufezco]

𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎࿐

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙎 : wednesday, alice in borderland, hunger games, the bear, harry potter

♡ fluff ☆ angst ☽ smut

english isn't my first language !!!

my other masterlists !!! ✨

𝙒𝙀𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

YOUR CAMERA ROLL | ♡ ���

DATING TYLER GALPIN DATING WEDNESDAY ADDAMS DATING ENID SINCLAIR

TYLER GALPIN

DAD HEADCANONS | ♡ x werewolf!reader

YOUR DAUGHTER AT WEATHERVANE | ♡

YOUR DAUGHTER SEEING HIM AS THE HYDE PT. 2 | ♡ ☆

HOW TYLER WOULD DRESS UP YOUR SON | ♡

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | ♡ ☆

TASTE OF YOU | ♡ x vampire!fem!reader

you accidentally bite him.

I DID IT FOR YOU | ♡

wednesday has a plan for you to stay away from tyler after she found out he's the hyde.

LET IT RECORD | ☽

he sets up his phone to do a photoshoot of you two in his room but he ends up catching even something better.

GOOD GOSSIP | ♡ x vampire!fem!reader

you and tyler love a good gossip, and you guys are the biggest wenclair stans. little did you know that the girls root for you and him as much as you two siletly root for them.

XAVIER THORPE

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | ♡ ☆

LOVER | ♡ ☆ ☽

you go to xavier for comfort after finding out that your boyfriend tyler is the hyde.

𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

KISSES | ♡ includes chishiya, niragi, arisu, kuina, kyuma, usagi

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO

BACK TO YOU | ♡ ☆

you win the games and wake up in the hospital, remembering everything and not knowing if chishiya made it.

MEDICINE | ♡ ☆

chishiya refused to use medicine in the borderlands until you came one day injured.

𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

DAEMON TARGARYEN

THE ROGUE PRINCE AND THE FORBIDDEN LADY | ☽ x stark!reader

daemon takes you to meet caraxes and asks you if you've ever ridden a dragon.

SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU | ♡ ☆ ☽

he comes home hurt after taking the stepstones and you take care of him

AEMOND TARGARYEN

HIS PERSONAL REVENGE | ☆

you defended prince lucerys when aemond wanted to put out his eye in lord borros baratheon castle which ended up in you betraying the greens and getting into an argument with aemond.

𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

KISSING THEM | ♡️ ☆ includes coryo, peeta, sejanus, finnick

FINNICK ODAIR

IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE BABY | ☆ x tribute!reader

during finnick's interview with caesar before the quarter quell, he reveals something that makes your blood boil.

HEART TO HEART | ♡️ ☆

it's hard to get your life back on track when the capitol has gotten inside your head but finnick is there to help you. you were enjoying a party in district 13 when you discovered something that triggered you.

A SEASHORE CONFESSION | ♡️ ☆ x tribute!reader

finnick opens up about his feelings for the first time in the arena of the quarter quell.

THREE LIES AT ONCE | ♡️ ☆ x capitol citizen!fem!reader

you're finnick's stylist and you discover bruises on him.

FRIENDS, ALLIES OR LOVERS | ♡️ x tribute!reader

you're lost in the jungle with finnick during the quarter quell and you notice how much he stares at your lips.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

RICHIE JERIMOVICH

ONLY FOR HIS GIRLS | ♡️

on his day off, carmy calls richie to come help him at the restaurant and you have to look after his daughter eva.

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

REMUS LUPIN

MOONY'S BACK | ♡️ marauder!remus x slytherin!reader

remus returns from his first date with you, a slytherin girl, and has to face his friends’ teasing in the common room.

MEETING THE REMUS LUPIN | ♡️

after years in hogwarts being rejected by your everyone there for being too much, you meet remus lupin.

MEETING THE MARAUDERS | ♡️

after spending a lot of time with remus and with his friends insisting on meeting you, he finally decides to invite you to spend an afternoon with them.

[wesstars]

Wenclair x fem reader smut pretty please with a cherry on top :)

hmmm dear anon my ability to write a threesome is... questionable... i'd love to hear any other ideas you have!

[teaaagan]

Sauce

Y/N: can you get some laundry detergent on the way back, hon?

Enid: laundry detergent?

Y/N: you know, the liquid you pour into a washing machine

Enid: OH you mean laundry sauce

Wednesday, utterly disgusted: what the fuck

[grimmreaderxii]

[Wednesday, Enid & Y/N, dating, at Y/N’s dorm]

Wednesday: *walks into Y/N’s room where Enid and Y/N are laying down on Y/N’s bed*

Enid, looking at Wednesday lovingly: Our dream girl.

Wednesday, still annoyed because of something that happen during the investigation: Shut up, I’m not. Say that again and I will smother you in your sleep.

Y/N, with a blank face: We never said what kind of dreams, you fucking nightmare.

*Y/N running away with Wednesday on her tail, Enid following them to make sure Y/N safe*

[gaeforwom3n]

I hate you, I need you

Pair: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Warning: smut,bad writing, fingering, dom!reader, sub!wednesday

A/n: Sometimes I’m scared to post freaky things on this app bcuz I think someone will tell me to seek therapy

I didn’t want this. 

I fucking hate you. 

I’ve hated you from the moment I met you

…your voice, your eyes, that smug little smirk like you’re always ten steps ahead.

I thought if I ever let you touch me, it’d be to claw your face open.

But now? 

Now I’ve got four of your fingers shoved so deep inside me… I can feel you grinding against my fucking cervix.

And I’m begging you not to stop.

 It’s the fucking pollen…That cloud hit, and everything went sideways.

 My whole body lit up…nipples tight, cunt throbbing, brain short-circuited by heat and need and you.

 You smelled it. Saw me sweating, squirming, pressing my thighs together like that’d help.

 And you pounced.

 You shoved me down into the moss, tore my legs apart, and spat straight onto my cunt like it was already yours.

Then two fingers…rough, fast, curling until I gasped. And you just laughed…speaking into my ear…“Look at you. Already squeezing around me like a needy little slut. Bet you can take more.”

 And fuck…you were right.

 Now there’s four fingers inside me. Stretching me wide. Relentless.

Your palm grinding into my clit with every brutal thrust, and I can barely breathe.

My thighs keep twitching. I already came once…sobbing, shaking…and you didn’t stop.

You fucked me through it.

And then…God…your other hand.

 Down my back. Between my cheeks.

 I should’ve stopped you. Said no.

 I told myself to fight. I whispered no.

 But when your spit hit my hole and your fingers followed—slow, cruel—I arched. I fucking moaned.

 “That’s it,” you whispered. “Take it. Every hole. I want you full.”

 And now I am.

Four fingers in my cunt. Two in my ass. Both hands working me like you’ve done this a thousand times. 

Like I’m yours.

 My face is buried in my arm, biting back sobs.

 My cunt’s so swollen, slick, stretched to the edge…and your fingers won’t stop. Won’t let me rest.

 You’re right up against me now. Whispering filth into my ear, voice low, breath hot:

 “You love it. You’ll never forget this. No one else is ever going to touch you without you wishing it was me.”

 And I hate you.

 I hate that you’re right.

 I’m so fucking close again. Shaking. Sobbing. Clenching around your fingers like I need them.

 Like I was made to take this. Made to take you.

 You’re going to break me.

 And I’m going to let you.

 I’ll hate you tomorrow.

 But right now?

 …please.

 I want you deeper.

[jybyls]

Table

Wednesday: *bangs her papers on the table out of frustration*

Enid: Hey, don't be mean to that thing ! How would you like it if I banged you on the table ?

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday:

Enid: Don't answer that.

Y/n: What am I doing here ?

[lord-of-the-muses]

WHERE IS SHE!!??!

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+

It was a typical Wednesday evening at Nevermore Academy, and Wednesday Addams was feeling particularly stressed. She had just returned to her dorm room after a long day of classes, and the last thing she needed was to be worried about the whereabouts of her lover, Y/N a female reader.

As Wednesday sat at her desk, trying to focus on her book, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn't until she heard the sound of sobbing that she realized what it was - the absence of Y/N, who was nowhere to be found.

Panicked, Wednesday stood up from her desk and stormed out of the dorm room, determined to find Y/N. She found Enid, her other lover and a sensitive yet extroverted with a touch of adhd, on all fours in the hallway, crying uncontrollably. Enid had been just as worried as Wednesday, and the two of them immediately set off to find Y/N

After searching the campus and asking around, Wednesday and Enid were about to give up when they heard a faint voice calling out to them. Following the sound, they stumbled upon Y/N in the backyard, digging a plot of land and planting flowers.

Wednesday couldn't believe her eyes. Y/N had been missing for hours, and yet here she was, calmly tending to a garden. Enid, on the other hand, couldn't contain her relief and threw her arms around Y/N, sobbing with joy.

Wednesday, feeling a mix of anger and relief, approached Y/N and sternly advised her to never scare them like that again. Y/N apologized profusely, explaining that she had lost track of time while working on the garden. She had wanted to surprise Wednesday and Enid with a beautiful oasis along with She had planted nightshade-like flowers for Wednesday, who had always had a fascination with the macabre, and a variety of colorful flowers for Enid, who loved everything bright and beautiful she was planting just for Wednesday and Enid and she had gotten so caught up in her work that she hadn't realized how late it was.

Wednesday, still feeling a bit frustrated, couldn't stay angry at Y/N for long. She knew how passionate her lover was about her gardening, and she couldn't help but be touched by the gesture. She pulled Y/N into a hug and kissed her, telling her just how much she loved and appreciated her.

Enid, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, joined in the hug and kissed Y/N as well. The three of them stood there, holding each other tightly and basking in the warmth of their love.

As they made their way back to their dorm room, Wednesday and Enid couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N and the love they shared. They may have been a unconventional trio, but they were also deeply connected and understanding of each other's needs and wants. And as they cuddled up in their warm dorm room, they knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm.

The next day Wednesday Addams was feeling particularly amorous. She had just returned to her dorm room after a long day of classes, and the only thing on her mind was pleasing her lovers, Enid and Y/N.

As Wednesday locked the door behind her, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of Enid and Y/N waiting for her on the bed, their eyes filled with desire. Wednesday knew exactly what they wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.

Slowly, Wednesday approached her lovers, her eyes locked on theirs. She could see the anticipation in their eyes, and it only served to heighten her own desire. Wednesday was a skilled lover, and she knew just how to please her partners.

As she kissed Enid deeply, her hands roamed over Y/N's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Wednesday was known for her intense passion and desire. And as she pleasured both Enid and Y/N simultaneously, they couldn't help but feel swept up in her sensual energy.

Wednesday's touch was electric, and as she moved between her lovers, she left them both breathless and wanting more. Enid and Y/N couldn't get enough of Wednesday, and they begged for more as she lavished them with kisses and caresses.

As the night wore on, Wednesday, Enid and Y/N lost themselves in each other, their love and desire growing stronger with every touch. They were a unconventional trio, but their love was deep and true, and they were grateful to have each other in their lives. And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they knew that their love was something special, something that would last a lifetime.