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Arcana Masterlist

Counting Sheep

Muriel can fall asleep very quickly. Reader cannot.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #muriel #muriel x reader

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Counting Sheep

Warnings: Slightly ooc muriel, not being able to fall asleep

Author’s Note: just praying this reaches the target audience also praying for a man like muriel to snatch me up

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The moon is high in the sky by the time you finish your daily tasks. The birds are all silent, the wind has quieted to almost nothing, and the lost souls who wander the beaten paths have all gone home.

You sigh as you crack the door open and notice this. It’s far too late for you to be up.

“Ready for bed, Y/n?” Muriel calls from the corner, drowsiness clear in his voice. Sweet thing, he’s waited up for you, even though you told him many times to just rest.

“Almost. Do you know where my nightie went?” You ask, walking over.

“My shirt? It’s over on the table.” You shoot your lover a smirk and wander over to grab it. Quickly stripping to your undergarments, you throw the shirt on and catch Muriel’s eyes scanning you. He looks away a moment too late, blushing profusely.

You giggle before making your way over to him. “You can look, you know. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Muriel’s blush deepens. “I know.” He mumbles, eyes still turned away from you.

“In fact,” you crawl on top of the covers, kneeling above where he lays, “I like it when you look.”

Muriel snorts. He finally turns to you with a tiny smile on his face, opening his arms as an invitation. You’re struck with a sense of pride–it’s taken months for Muriel to get to the point where he’s comfortable with this level of affection, but you’re so glad he’s reached it. Hours of panic attacks, breathing exercises, experimentation, and cautious intimacy are being put to use.

You gladly fall into his arms, a small oomph leaving his lips as you collapse onto his chest. You stifle a laugh, tucking your legs and arms into his embrace. His warmth surrounds you, protecting you from the forest’s cold. You feel safe for the first time in a while.

“Comfortable?” Muriel questions, trying to fight a yawn. His arms come up to loosely wrap around you.

“Yeah. Night,” You kiss his chest, knowing he’ll feel it through the thick fabric of his pajamas.

But you get no response–Muriel is out like a light. And for a couple minutes, it’s peaceful, his heart beating a steady rhythm, his chest rising and falling with slow breaths. You press another kiss to his stomach, taking great pleasure in the sharp exhale he releases afterwards. It’s your own version of bliss.

But bliss fades as you become increasingly aware of something digging into your side. You try to ignore it in favor of cuddling into the man below you, but soon it practically forces you to switch positions. You huff, shuffling onto your back to lay besides Muriel. The warmth is now gone, but so is the bother in your side. You sigh, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep.

It doesn’t work. You fling your arms to the sides, one falling off the bed before you think of the demons under the bed who could steal your hand away. Quickly yanking it back, you cuddle it to your chest, trying to force yourself to rest your eyes and fade away. If you could just hold this position, hearing the faint exhales beside you and the occasional breeze in the forest, you’d be out in no time.

But no, your mind decides this isn’t going to work. You rearrange yourself once again, this time with your back facing Muriel. Your arms and legs come into your chest, forming a sort of ball that better be comfy enough to induce sleep. But there’s none of Muriel’s hands resting on you, the blankets are all tangled up and pressed against you, and now your hands are cold.

For what you hope is the final time, you shift in bed. Your stomach is now against Muriel’s chest, chin resting on your hands as you observe his peaceful expression. How nice it must be to fall asleep in seconds, not concerned about what position will be best for rest or if you’ll wake your partner up in your fight with the blankets.

All of a sudden, Muriel shifts, breath stuttering for a moment before returning to the same steady pattern. You freeze, not wanting to disturb him. The last thing you want to do is wake the poor man up.

It takes a couple seconds to relax your limbs, and in doing that, you realize that you're not that comfortable anymore. You close your eyes in frustration, just wanting the sun to rise so this wretched night can be over. Looking over at the small clock you forced Muriel to install, you groan–it’s only been a few minutes.

You feel like crying. You just want sleep, and the universe seems determined in not affording you that. You shift again to where you started, heading resting on Muriel’s chest and legs tucked in.

You’re disrupted from your pity party by a small laugh coming from your lover. You glance up, noticing that Muriel is awake now, but his eyes are still closed.

“Love, you just completed a full turn around me.” He teases, hand drifting up and down your arm in a comforting motion.

You grumble, turning away from him and onto your back. It’s been hard enough trying to get to sleep, you don’t need his sass as well.

He doesn’t like that, though. His arms come to wrap around you, pulling your back flush against his chest. Like this, you can feel every breath against your neck, every word he whispers against your ear. Your eyes flutter shut as he chuckles.

“Sleep now, love. No more moving around.”

“It doesn’t work like that–on command.” Though you’re already starting to feel a little drowsy.

“Shhh. Sleep time.”

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #muriel #muriel x reader #requests open #sleepy #x reader #requests #drabble #arcana apprentice #the arcana muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel the hermit #muriel the mountain man #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game

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new masterlist!! also arcana requests are open. asra has my heart tho so i may be a lil biased. muriel fic coming soon 👀

#masterlist #the arcana #muriel #asra #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #x reader

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The Addams Family Masterlist

Quiet Nights

Even Wednesday needs a little comfort sometimes.

Sick Days

Wednesday may not have cough medicine on hand, but he does have his undying love for you.

Money Well Spent

The Addams family is very rich. The top three times you were brutally reminded of this fact.

Married Life

Marriage with Wednesday is great. Even better when you learn he makes really good coffee.

Hellish Mornings

Wednesday’s due for a haircut, but he hasn’t realized that yet.

HC: Your Relationship with Wednesday

My man is whIPPED

HC: NSFW Alphabet

He can be good, he promises.

HC: Pregnancy

Wednesday is in it for the long run, even if you try to behead him a few times throughout these joyous nine months.

Bad Parenting The Right Way

A child falls into your care, and you are thrown into the wonderful world of parenthood.

Clingy

Wednesday is feeling extra affectionate today, so buckle up.

Pretty in Pink

Wednesday will not be caught dead in anything other than black. You won’t be caught dead in anything other than pastels. You’re the perfect couple.

#the addams family #the addams family x reader #wednesday addams #male!wednesday addams #male!wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x reader

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Impossible

After a one night stand with Severus, your relationship with him comes into question.

Flurry

You and Severus tend to disagree on the Chosen One. During one of these disagreements, Severus says something he shouldn’t.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #severus snape #severus snape x reader

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The Witcher Masterlist

Slow Seduction

Geralt comes home from a long hunt, but you know how to perk him up.

Burned

Society will never accept you and Geralt. He doesn’t seem to realize that.

Reunited

When Geralt is injured, he pays you a visit. Jaskier tags along.

Don Your Masks

Two souls on the wrong side of a war. **SERIES

#the witcher netflix #the witcher x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #cahir x reader #geralt of rivia #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach

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Marvel Masterlist

Temptress

After a long day at work, you just want to relax. Loki makes that difficult.

Heat Wave

Loki shows you his true form, and you have fun with it.

Ready

Meeting future in-laws can be quite stressful, but even more so if they’re the monarchs of Asgard.

#Marvel #Marvel x reader #loki #loki x reader

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Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Satan’s My Fuckbuddy

While on a job, you and Blitz run into Satan, who just so happens to recognize you as a sneaky link from years past.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #blitzo x reader #blitz x reader

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Shadow and Bone/SoC Masterlist

A Night At The Inn

You and Kaz are being tailed, so you sneak into a crowded inn to escape. But it doesn’t quite go as planned—like we said, it’s a very crowded inn.

#shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker x reader

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Star Wars Masterlist

Ben Solo Is Dead

You run into someone from your past on an odd job, and the memories it sparks aren’t pleasant for either of you.

Grovel (Anakin’s version)

Anakin has made a mistake, but don’t worry—you’ll make him pay. Confrontation and forgiveness ensues.

Grovel (Vader’s Version)

Darth Vader may be a very powerful Sith Lord, but he is still ruled by your whims, especially when you’re furious with him over a recent mission.

#star wars #star wars masterlist #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #anakin skywalker #darth vader #anakin skywalker x reader #darth vader x reader

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Pretty & Pink

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: request from @cecebabs !! school has been kicking my ass lately so just bear with me yall 🥲

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Opposites attract—or at least, that’s what they said. Wednesday had never put any stock into the saying until he met you.

You were a bright little thing, full of happiness and hope and all the other disgusting emotions. But Wednesday endured, because at the end of the day, you held his heart in your manicured hand.

Every once in a while, though, he’ll question what he’s doing. Like tonight, for instance. It had been a long day. The errands that had been piling up over the week were finally accomplished a few hours ago, and it was exhausting. So exhausting that all he wanted to do was collapse in the nearest bed, no matter the owner or location. And since you didn’t want your partner to end up in some alleyway mattress, you dragged him over to your apartment, where he was currently camped out on your bed.

“You doing okay in there, sweetie?” You call to him from your bathroom, hands dripping with water as you rinse your cleanser off.

“Yes, my love. Are you done yet?” Wednesday calls back. He knows his question is in vain, though. Your skincare routine is a long ordeal, and you’ve only just started.

He hears your soft laughter float through the air. “I’ll be right out.” You respond, picking up a serum.

Wednesday decides he can’t wait, heading into the bathroom and settling behind where you stand. You greet him with a smile, picking up the next step of your routine to show to him.

“It’s a new moisturizer I got today,” You explain. “It’s supposed to be good for dry skin, and with all the nasty weather lately…”

Wednesday doesn’t hear the rest of your rant, focusing instead on those pretty eyes of yours. Oh, how he longs to drown in them. To sink into their depths, seeing the world from your hopeful view. Unpacking all your thoughts, understanding and empathizing.

Listen to him. He’s practically a puddle of mush. What have you done to him?

“...Wednesday, baby?” You tilt your head as Wednesday snaps back into reality. “Were you even listening?”

He takes one more second to stare at you before sheepishly shaking his head. “Deepest apologies, cara mia. There are simply too many pretty parts to you, I cannot focus on every one of them at once.”

You giggle, a blush tinting your cheeks. “Maybe I should turn away, then. Stop distracting you with my wiles.”

Wednesday smirks. “Turning away from me would entice me even more, Y/n. You really want to play that game?”

“Oh my god. Ok, I’m not facing you anymore. You’ve lost that privilege.” Your cheeks are on fire now, and if you maintain eye contact any longer, you’re worried you might burst into flames. True to your word, you pivot to face the mirror. Then, using your arms, you hop up onto the counter, climbing into the sink for an optimal view.

Wednesday nearly has a heart attack as you jump. His hands fall into place, ready to catch you or save your head from a nasty bang should your acrobatics go wrong, but once you’re in place, he sighs loudly.

“Must you do that, my love?” His seriousness is ruined by a smile creeping onto his face.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. This moisturizer requires my full attention.” It’s hard tamping down your own smile, but the teasing seems to be worth it as Wednesday’s stare darkens.

“The moisturizer gets your attention, hm? That’s a dangerous game, cara mia.”

You don’t respond, instead dipping your finger into the container and dotting it on your cheeks.

“Come down from that sink so we can see who really has your attention right now.” Wednesday taunts you. After a couple seconds, you give in, closing up the product and carefully setting it down before jumping back down onto the floor. Within seconds, Wednesday takes a step and sits on the edge of the bathtub, grabbing your hands and gently tugging you along at the same time. Before you know it, you’re sat on his lap, a smirk on his face and a shocked look on yours.

“Attention still on skincare, love?” Wednesday teases.

You give up on the facade. “No,” You breathe, leaning in. “But what if I share my attention with it?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows furrow as you get up, reaching into the bottom drawer of the counter and coming back to him with a small package. You sit back down, ripping it open and tossing the top in the trash.

“Want a face mask?” You ask.

“Is that one of those grotesque concoctions that spreads all over your face? The one that looks like a death mask?” Wednesday questions, but you’re already reaching into the package.

“Exactly, baby. Want one?”

“...Sure.” What’s the worst that could happen?

Twenty minutes later, and Wednesday is set up on your bed with no intention of moving. A green substance covers the majority of his face, making him question why he doesn’t let you do this more often. He feels more relaxed than he has in weeks, settled in amongst your many pink throw pillows and cherry blossom sheets. You’re settled in too, resting your head on his chest while trying to sync your breaths with the steady thumps of his heart. Your manicured fingers etch random shapes into his skin, tracing the hard lines of muscle and adding a heart or two every so often.

Eventually, though, the both of you become restless.

‘Wanna start a movie?” Wednesday asks, looking down at your comfy self with adoration.

You look up, meeting his eyes with the same love. “Can I choose?”

“Of course, Y/n. Anything for you.”

An hour later, and Wednesday is ready to commit homicide. Of all the movies you could have picked, you went with Mean Girls. Your defense? “It’s the feminist movement at its finest, Wednesday.”

“It’s… very pink.”

“Yeah, that’s the best part! All the decorations and outfits are amazing. They were actually part of what inspired this room’s decor.”

Wednesday looks around at the brightly colored walls, the pastel curtains, the cute pillows, and even the pink pens scattered across your desk. “I never would’ve guessed, my love.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You’re just jealous.”

Wednesday chuckles. “Yes, very.” He agrees sarcastically. You don’t dignify him with a response, instead choosing to lay back down on his chest and go back to watching the movie. You don’t get to stay there for very long, though, because a minute later, the timer on your phone goes off.

“Mkay. Time to take this off, babe.” You poke his face mask. Wednesday rises without complaint, heading to the bathroom while you grab some water and a cloth. Internally, though, he’s begging you not to. It feels so nice, and having you apply it was one of the best feelings in the world.

As you start working through the layers of the mask with water and a gentle hand, though, Wednesday revises his thoughts—never mind the application. This was the best feeling in the world.

As you work, Wednesday leans into your hands. He would have fallen asleep if it weren’t for your whispered promises of comfy beds and pillows and cuddles.

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The next morning, Wednesday gets up much earlier than usual. The sun is just barely up, peeking through your pastel curtains and coating the bed in a buttery yellow. You’re burrowed into his arms, tucked safely into his chest with the messy blankets surrounding you. He takes a minute to absorb your cuteness, smiling down at you as he slowly wakes up.

“Good morning, Y/n.” He whispers, not yet wanting to wake you. You’ve reminded him time and time again that the blinking digits on the clock right now are not digits you ever want to be awake to see, and he’s taken that to heart. But he still has to kill time until you wake–maybe a run? He could drop by the gym just down the street that he really likes. Or maybe a chore? The dishwasher still needs to be unloaded.

But those all sound like too much work for this early in the day, so Wednesday settles on just getting you a coffee. A nice five-minute walk and your drowsy smile to greet him when he gets back. Perfect.

Within minutes, Wednesday is up and out. He strolls down the street, taking his time to enjoy the soft sunlight. That’s new, he suddenly realizes–and probably your doing, as well. You’re a fan of tilting your face to the sun, soaking in the warmth, and claiming the rays cheer you up. Maybe you’ve passed that onto him.

A couple more minutes tick by, and Wednesday reaches your regular coffee shop. He enters the place with a little jingle as the door opens, and is immediately greeted with the scent of dark coffee and light chatter.

“What can I get for you this morning, sir?” A too-happy employee asks him as he walks up to the counter.

Damn, what was that drink you really liked? Something with pink in it, he’s sure of it.

“Just two medium coffees, one black and one with that pink flavor, please.” Manners with normies–that’s another thing you’ve unknowingly reinforced with him.

“Our pink velvet flavoring?” That sounds right.

“Yes, that’s it. Thanks.” Wednesday pulls out his card, handing it to the guy.

“Awesome. Name?”

“Addams.”

“We’ll have those coffees right out for you, sir.”

“Brilliant.” With that, Wednesday finds an isolated corner to haunt until his name is called, quickly grabbing the coffees and exiting the building. It’s an even quicker walk back with the warm drinks providing some heat on this chilly morning.

It’s a bit of a struggle, but Wednesday manages to buzz into the building, climb the stairs to your apartment, and work the keys until your door clicks open, all with his hands full. He’s greeted with the sight of you half-asleep on the couch, the news playing softly in the background.

“What are you doing up, love?” He questions, setting the coffees down on the coffee table and kneeling on the floor.

“Wanted to see you,” you mumble, grabbing for his hand and interlocking it with yours. “Was cold in the bed without you.”

Wednesday practically melts. How can one girl be so sweet and caring? So happy?

“I’m sorry, my love. But look, I got you that coffee you like to make up for it.” He gestures to the beverages with his free hand before resting it on your head. He goes about stroking your hair, lulling you back into a dreamlike state.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall back asleep,” you bat at his hand, trying to get it out of your hair. You were up to see him, not to fall asleep on him.

“And I will still be here when you wake up, cara mia. Go back to sleep. You’re safe here. I love you.”

#wednesday addams #male!wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x reader #male wednesday addams x reader #male!wednesday addams #the addams family #male!wednesday #the addams family x you #requests open #requests

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I think this is the place for requests? But honey, please I beg I think this is the place for requests? If so, can you to do a male! Wednesday Addams x reader where either (1) he’s super ultra clingy with the reader all day or (2) the reader meets his friends for the first time and he ends up being quite possessive even though MOST, not all, his friends know not to do anything? Thhhaaaannnkkkk yyyoooouuuu ❤️

Clingy

Warnings: mentions of not eating, like one swear, insinuations to smut (all very minor)

Author’s note: This was such a fun request! I went with the first one bc i honestly don’t know who Wednesday would befriend. Hope you enjoy 😊

It’s a silent Saturday morning in winter. No birds chirp outside, no sunlight glares at you through your windows, no visitors brave the cold in order to come visit you and Wednesday. It’s perfect.

You’re snuggled up in your warmest blankets, nabbed from the dusty linen closet. Wednesday chose a more unconventional way of warming up, which is to hold on to you as if you’re going to suddenly disappear. And though you appreciate the sentiment, you need to get up–you’ve been laying here for half an hour, waiting for your partner to rouse and remove himself from you. So far, he’s stayed fast asleep.

Soon, it’s been an hour, and you’re getting quite restless.

“Wednesday, babe.” you whisper-shout, wiggling around in his grip. No response.

“Wednesday,” You repeat in a louder voice, shaking him a little as you try to escape. This does the trick, and he slowly gets up before settling back down and holding you tighter than he was before.

You’re now even more trapped–that wasn’t part of the plan. “No, honey, I need to get up. I wanted to get to the shops today, remember?”

Wednesday looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. “Cara mia,” he says with a kiss to your lips. You start to melt into it, your body seeking the comfort this man provides, before you remember your mission. You pull back, breaking the spell.

“Wednesday, I’m serious. I actually want to do things today.”

He sighs and reluctantly lets go of you. “If you must.” You smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips that he tries to prolong. You scurry away before he can and jump out of bed, eager to make up for the time lost. There’s a long list of shit to get done today, and it’s going to hang over your head until it’s complete. Wednesday is well aware of this, but that doesn’t mean he encourages it–so he makes it as difficult as possible for you to fall into that pattern.

Wednesday quietly observes you from the bed as you go through the motions, only dragging himself out of his comfy nest when you open the closet. You’ve shedded your pajamas already, on the hunt for some clothes suitable for running errands.

He wraps his arms around your waist, watching your face as you consider your options. Of course, he thinks you’d look fabulous in anything (including nothing), but he’s been told that’s not a very helpful opinion. So Wednesday leaves you to your decisions while he burrows into your neck, landing the occasional peck on your skin. His breath tickles your neck, and you can feel his words as he mumbles about it being much too early for you to be up.

Soon enough, you turn to him with a warning in your eyes. Wednesday can be very distracting, and you can’t let yourself fall into his arms just yet. Instead, you walk further into the closet and grab some trousers along with a top you were eyeing, throwing them on and covering Wednesday’s favorite view.

“Must you go, my love? There is so much to do here.” He whines. You pay no mind to him, strutting out the door and down the steep staircase.

Wednesday chases after you. “Will you at least eat first?”

You turn to him, and as desperate as you are to stay put and give Wednesday all of yourself, you hold strong. You walk back to where he stands at the start of the stairs, wrapping your arms around his neck and touching your nose to his in a lighthearted gesture. “My love, I promise, as soon as I get home we’ll eat or cuddle or do any other plans you had.” You seal your promise with a kiss.

Wednesday groans as you pull away, chasing after your mouth before settling. “But right now?”

“But right now, I have to get to town.” And with that, you nab the car keys from one of the many tables in the mansion’s foyer and briskly walk out the door.

It feels like it’s been days to Wednesday when you finally return, the door slamming shut behind you as you try to balance bags on your hips. Almost like a cat, Wednesday strolls up to you, stealing both bags before setting them down and pulling you to him by your shirt’s collar.

“Missed me?” You giggle, and those are the only words you’re able to get out before Wednesday collides his mouth onto yours. You move with him as he backs you into the wall, gasping when your back hits it. He forces his tongue into your mouth as you gasp, literally stealing your breath. The tension builds as you explore each other’s mouths, breaking away for air and diving right back in multiple times. You stand there for long minutes, raking your hands through his hair as his hands explore your entire body, from your hips to your neck to your thighs.

When he does pull away, you’re greeted with a beautiful sight. Your partner, standing above you with red cheeks, messy hair, and teary eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wasn’t gone for that long,” you whisper, brushing his tears away.

“You were gone for hours. I just wanted to sleep in with you.” Wednesday whispers back, cuddling into your hands as they cup his cheeks.

You’re overcome with guilt–you should’ve known better than to leave Wednesday when he was in a mood like this. He would never have done the same to you. “I’m so sorry, baby. Would it be ok if we cuddled now? And I swear we can sleep in tomorrow. No getting up or anything.”

“Ok,” he sniffles, and you guide him upstairs to do just that. The trip is slow, Wednesday grasping your hand or side-hugging you every so often. When you do make it into the bedroom, it’s a straight trip down onto the bed and under the covers before you’re once again wrapped in his embrace.

“Better?” You ask, snuggling into his warmth.

“Much,” he responds. He’s not lying–all day, it’s been a fight to stay awake and keep the tears at bay because of your absence. When you returned, it was like a breath of fresh air, and now that you’re in his arms, it’s only gotten better.

“I got you something from the stores today,” you murmur. His eyes flit open, heavily lidded from sleepiness.

“You didn’t need to.” Wednesday says. “Your presence is more than enough of a gift.”

You blush and cover his mouth with your hand. Right now is not the time to swoon.

“It’s an early birthday gift, and because I’m sorry I left you all day today.” He shakes his head as if in disagreement, that your absence didn't actually affect him that much. But you keep going.

“I saw a typewriter in that antique store on main street, and the woman said it was in almost-perfect condition. I had heard you complaining to your parents about the one we have in the study right now, so I figured, why not?” His eyes widen as you go on, and you worry you’ve done something wrong. But when he pulls your hand away and kisses you with a new fervor, you relax.

“Thank you, cara mia. Oh, I’ve needed a new one for months now.” Wednesday rotates between giving praise and kissing you all over, not stopping until you’re both laughing softly.

You notice his movements slowing as sleep tries to take over, so you decide to leave him with one last remark before you both fall asleep.

“I also may have visited that shop next to it, the one with those…designs…that you liked.” Designs, as in lingerie that looked as if it was made from mere scraps of fabric.

Wednesday’s eyes shoot wide open, sleep long forgotten.

#male!wednesday addams x reader #male!wednesday #male!wednesday addams #the addams family #the addams family x you #wednesday addams #requests #requests open #wednesday addams x reader #male wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you

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Hello again! how are you? I hope your well, I wanted to give you another request about Male Wednesday, if it's not too much to ask, can you make an NSFW alphabet and an scenario (nsfw too) for Male Wednesday? I hope my order doesn't bother you or be strange... I'll wait for you!

NSFW Alphabet: W.A.

Warnings: mentions of: smut, obviously. knives to the throat, choking, necks snapping, temp play, blindfolds, graves, limping, edging, basically Wednesday Addams.

Author’s Note: thank you for the request babe! and your patience 😭 this is my halloween treat for you guys, hope yall enjoy. i was also thinking of adding a taglist- would anyone be interested in that? lmk

Wednesday is once again aged up, same as previous fics if not a little older.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Wednesday would be pretty standoffish after sex. He’s new to the whole emotional intimacy thing, and it’s going to take a couple tries before he perfects it. After a few minutes of brooding, though, he’ll shower you in affection. Baths, massages, kisses, whatever you want from him. Princess treatment.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His neck is by far his favorite part of himself. He’s not a vain person - he has better things to focus on. But he is in shape and dammit if his neck doesn’t clearly display that. Wednesday loves how his neck could end his life at any moment, especially when you choke him.

On you, your legs are by far his favorite. They’re absolutely beautiful. He can drag his hands up your leg and feel the goosebumps form, your breath hitching.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside or on your stomach. There’s no in-between. He likes the feeling of marking his territory, even though he belongs to you more than you could ever belong to him. The feeling of total connection is nice too. And if he finishes on your stomach, he loves to look down at the reminder of what you do to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hold a knife to his neck. Do it. This man will get so turned on. The fact that he’s with such a deadly woman? Who’s not afraid to handle a weapon? In the bedroom? Wednesday could cum with that knowledge alone.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Wednesday is kind of experienced. He was socially awkward as a teen and into young adulthood, so he missed out on a lot of opportunities. But as an adult, he built up his portfolio enough to know how to make you see stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There are only a couple positions Wednesday isn’t okay with - if you bring a new one up, he’s mostly down to do it. He does have preferences, though. You riding him will never get old. He has the perfect view from below, taking in every expression and sigh. It also takes any expectations off of him, leaving the bulk of the work for someone else. Don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you later 😏

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Wednesday isn’t a fan of humor in daily life, and you can bet that translates into the bedroom. He doesn’t lack all sense of emotion, though. He transforms into a simp in every sense of the word once his back hits the bedsheets, making comments every so often simply to bring a smile to your face. Overall very serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s not just rich, he’s hygenic. Wednesday definitely has a studio booked at least twice a month for simple care down there, just to keep everything in check. He knows you love his cleanliness too, so he keeps it up.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on the day. If Wednesday had gotten off from a long day of work and is in a bad mood, it’s fast and aggressive and not intimate in the least. But if he’s content with the day and in a somewhat calm mood, you’d best believe his eyes will make you melt in the middle of getting eaten out.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Wednesday prefers not to. Why would he when there are so many other things to do? But if he’s feeling really desperate, or if you’ve been on a trip for the past couple days, he’ll bang out a quickie just to relieve the tension. It doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t there, in his opinion.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

We’ve already talked about the knives, but that’s just scraping the surface. He’d be into temperature play, especially with half-melted candles, enjoying the way you recoil ever so slightly before arching into the warmth. The blindfold would be a big hit too, a mockup of a silent grave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the dirty)

The bedroom is the preferred area for him, but he’s more than willing to change it up. Has done and will do it in the graveyard for some adventure, but a dark bathtub is an instant spark of intimacy for him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you pick up any weapon whatsoever and show that you know your way around it, he’s bricked. Your body draped in lingerie is a turn on too - he appreciates fine craftsmanship.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any sort of sharing is a no. You are his, and he is yours, and to him, that is sacred.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Wednesday is a giver in every sense of the word. He loves looking up at you from between your thighs, letting out a slow moan and watching you squirm. He doesn’t really go for receiving, but if you’re offering, he won’t refuse.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, depends on your moods. A bad mood generally means a quick release of rage, and a good mood means slow, peaceful lovemaking. He’s down to switch it up depending on what you’re both looking for that day though.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them - they serve their purpose well enough. Wednesday likes to take his time with you, but he’ll never say no to having you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sometimes he’s open to taking risks, but not often. He tends to stick to the classics, what he knows works. He wants to please and be pleased, and anything that comes in the way of that (like a failed risk) is merely a disposable burden.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Wednesday is the type of man to have so much control over his stamina that it makes you question his mental state. Seriously, if he has his way with you, you won’t be able to walk for days because of the sheer amount of rounds he carries you through. He likes having that control over himself, and isn’t afraid to use it to the fullest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. Toys are something he avoids; they just aren’t appealing to him. You’re more than enough for him, and he makes that known every time you bring it up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is popular with you guys. Especially if either one has provoked the other. You flirted with someone else, and checked to make sure he was watching? You playfully avoided him, only sparing light touches to his chest? He can and will drag one singular orgasm out for hours.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Wednesday isn’t afraid to express himself, and this shows in bed. Soft moans will fall from his lips, as well as slurred words of encouragement. He doesn’t see a reason to hide the enjoyment that you caused.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“Proud of yourself?” You call over your shoulder as you limp towards the closet.

“Very,” Wednesday replies as he watches early morning light paint your body. He’s relaxed against the bed frame, a smirk slightly tilting his swollen lips.

“Wednesday.” You reply sternly. There’s no way you’re getting dressed for the day with what your lover did to you last night; at least, not without help.

“I’m coming, cara mia.” Wednesday chuckles as he lifts himself from the bed and towards where you have parked yourself. He leans down to you, his mouth positioned just over your ears. “Where do you need me?”

Your heart stutters, his voice echoing in your mind. God, how you want this man. “Too early for seduction. I need a shirt.” You mumble before you end up even more sore than you already are.

Wednesday laughs softly before grabbing your waist and guiding you back to the bed. “I beg to differ, dove.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Wednesday is packing. Full-on, grazing your cervix, causing a little bump in your belly, rendering your legs useless. You almost fainted the first time you saw his cock, to be completely honest. He knows exactly how big he is and how that affects you, too, and that’s the infuriating part: he knows exactly what to say about it to get you worked up.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Normally, his drive is pretty average. But whenever you are around him, his drive peaks, and he is desperate for you whenever you want to have him. He can hold his ground though and pretend he has no interest in having sex if he wants to tease, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

Wednesday wouldn’t even think about sleeping before you’re taken care of and drifting off. But after that, he’s out like a light. The physical exertion and emotional intimacy exhausts him, but once he’s gotten a good amount of sleep and a wake-up call with your kisses, he’s ready to do it all over again.

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yall we’ve reached that point again

i need requests

i will get down on my knees and beg

at this point you could request smth i have never even heard of before and i would write it

(in all seriousness tho this writer’s block is killing me and i need inspiration)

thanks besties

#requests open #requests pls #requests

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Do you still take requests?

Yup!

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Heyy hii Can you write something about Cahir and the fem Witcher reader? Thanks in advance if you write.~

So unfortunately my requests for the Witcher are closed, but you can check out my guidelines for other options. Have a nice day 😁

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Ben Solo Is Dead

Warnings: Mentions of murder/death.

Author's Note: Based on my poll from yesterday :) Written with fem!reader.

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“So it is you, then.” Your words echo across the room, the syllables bouncing off the walls as they attempt to fill the emptiness that these chambers have been swallowed by.

The masked man glares up at you, face illuminated by your white saber held just underneath his chin. And though you would never do it, the threat is still imminent, still enough to force the man’s helmet off and reveal his face.

You swallow the pain of seeing your once-partner down before speaking once more. “Or does Ben not exist anymore? Am I looking into the eyes of a stranger- a monster?”

“Shut up.” Kylo mutters. But his spiteful words are made void by the flash of pain that occupies his dark eyes, letting you know that Ben is still in there, just buried beneath layers of pain and manipulation.

Forgoing Kylo’s words, you decide to keep talking, keep walking the fine line of whatever your relationship with him is. “You know, after the Temple was destroyed, I had always assumed you went off into exile. Followed Luke’s footsteps like the cowards you both were, hidden away from the consequences of your actions. Assuming what is best for everyone.”

Kylo tries to get a word in, probably a sharp insult, but you talk over him. You finally let the resentment from years past boil over.

“And I was left to wander the galaxy, making my way however kriffing possible. Do you know how hard that is, Ren? I had to hop from planet to planet, without anyone, helping where I could and picking up whatever else was needed. I went to bed for weeks on end without anything to eat sometimes. I didn’t have a ship for the first year of my new life.” You’re shouting at this point, and Kylo can see just how taxing the years have been on you. The scars, the miniscule lines, the shadows, all painting your face in a haunting sort of way.

You let him stare for one more moment, picking up on the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Good. Let your pain be his. Let him suffer this time.

“And after so long with scraps for jobs, I get this one offer. Just find the new Supreme Leader-” you spit the title out with disgust, “and tell him of Naboo, of how it requires First Order protection. And since no one else was taking it, I took it. Walked out of that cantina with my blade in hand and ready for anything- but how naive of me.”

“Y/n.” Kylo mumbles. You push your blade a little closer to his skin.

“But little did I know,” You pause, drowning in your emotions, “Little did I know that the Supreme Leader would be none other than-”

“Y/n.”

“None other than Ben Solo.”

“Enough!” Kylo shouts, knocking your blade out of reach with a wave of his hand. “Ben Solo is dead. I am what has risen from him, what has been built.”

You snort. “If Ben Solo was truly dead, I would not be standing here right now. Kylo Ren would have struck me down where I stand now, laughing over me while I choke on my own demise. Stop pretending, Ben.”

That’s it. Kylo has snapped. He lunges at you, tackling you to the ground before reaching for his lightsaber. But you’re prepared for this. You call your own saber to you, using it to press against his own as it comes crashing down at you. The red and white lights dance with each other until you push as hard as you can, forcing Kylo on the offensive. And if you remember correctly, he was horrible at holding his own- choosing instead to gain the upper hand on his enemies.

And as the two of you fight, with you rapidly gaining ground and Kylo slowly realizing that he’s been backed into a corner, your memory proves correct. In all these years, his technique still has not changed. It is fueled by a lot more anger though. Misery pierces you through the force when you try to access his emotions, and that is clearly translated into his desperate swings and forceful movements in the fight.

This dance seems to last forever, but the spell is broken when Kylo finds himself pressed against the wall and you blocking him in. Your saber is once again tucked underneath his chin, ready at any moment to slice through his neck in one clean swish. Kylo’s saber hangs uselessly at his hip- he knows that if he tried anything, he’d be fatally wounded within seconds.

“So you’re going to kill me.” Kylo says, still glaring at you. It’s not as intense, though, soothed by memories of your duels together back at the Temple. How swift you were in victory, how much adrenaline would rush through your veins. How the smug look on your face made him want to either punch you where it would hurt or kiss you until the suns went down. He could never make up his mind, and apparently he still can’t.

After a minute, you sigh and retract your glowing blade. “No,” you admit. “Because Ben is still in there, somewhere. And I’d be a fool to strike down the man I love.”

With that, you leave the room, running to the ship’s exit before any more Stormtroopers can pick up on your presence.

And Kylo is left speechless, weak in the knees, and regretful of his every decision up to this fateful moment.

It takes him almost an hour, but Kylo does eventually leave the room, striding down the halls with an almost hopeful aura about him.

He walks down about two hallways before Captain Phasma passes him, before quickly backtracking and adjusting her route to fit his. She’s picked up on his unusually hopeful attitude, and not knowing what had caused it would make her lose sleep tonight.

“Did something happen, Ren?” Phasma questions carefully.

Kylo glances over at her before nodding curtly. “Yes. Execute total ship lockdown. She should still be in here- she couldn’t have gotten far.”

“Of course.” Phasma holds down on her comm, letting the units know to shut down all exits and seal all doors. “May I ask, who has gotten away?”

“No one yet, Captain. Search the ship, bring the woman to me. The grey Jedi- she’ll have a white lightsaber and scraps for clothing.”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” With that, Phasma salutes and turns the opposite direction, almost running into Hux as she does so.

Kylo, too caught up in his thoughts, only vaguely notes the incoming force signature before Hux catches up to him.

“Why in the galaxy are we on full lockdown, Ren?” Hux seethes, his anger a welcome source of entertainment for Kylo.

“There’s a woman on board. One I need to have a conversation with.” Kylo mutters, paying little mind to the General.

“Another girl, Ren?” Hux chuckles mockingly. “I thought we were done with that.”

“She apparently did not think so.”

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