#touch starved Wednesday Addams

[creative-caramel-coffee]

I miss your writing😂 I need me some weems, now idk if you’ll consider writing age regression ? Bc I have another idea if you do.

So r is depressed bc they ran out of medication and forgot to refill it since they’ve become ill (me rn it’s horrid and messing with my head) no one’s seen or heard from r and weems has to do a welfare check. Here she finds a depressed and very sick reader. She knows of readers bad back ground (they are a shifter and was found hanging onto life after being abused in a facility like hydra for shifters) so when r becomes all clingy and very child like it confessed weems. R is so touch starved it’s insane, but with weems rn she’s like a child wanting and craving the affection just needing to be held. So naturally weems does that and that’s how she discovers the fever r has and that r ran out of her meds so weems nurses her better. Oh! Could also add r isn’t sleeping bc of nightmares due to their background?

Sorry for the long request and I’m not even sure it makes sense. I need my Damn pills lmao.

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A little sick

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you're sick and regressed.

TW: agre? Sickness, depression, medicine (prescription),

A/n I’ve never written this kind of thing before so tell me if any of its wrong. Cute request tho :) let me know if you like it or want to see more of this kind of thing.

Part 2

Waking up and feeling like your bones were made of lead was not the way you wanted to start the day. It took all of your strength to pull yourself upright. Standing on shaky legs you wobble over to your dresser pulling out the pouch of pills that helped you with the aftermath of the facility and the depression it left. You knew firsthand how bad it could be to be a shapeshifter. Hunted and experimented on. You drew a deep breath pushing the thoughts away and exhaling slowly and shakily.

Unzipping the pouch, you frowned. All the blister packets were empty. You were out. You slouched dejectedly. It was going to be a long day. Yoko had already left for classes and to be honest you didn’t really think you could make it to the wardrobe to get changed let alone all the way to class. You sighed dejectedly and hobbled back to bed and laid down on your back staring at the roof. The feelings were getting harder to push away.

Your chest felt hollow, and you choked back a sob. The last time you were sick … was back there and to be honest you had no idea what would happen if someone found out here.

You zoned out feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling swallow your mind. You tried to push it away which only seemed to make you headache unbearable. The pain was what made you slip. Dropping hard, you felt your body shift. Soon the bed felt much bigger as you curled into a ball and cried. You were tired but scared to sleep, the nightmares seemed to be ever persistent.

You had no idea how long you had been crying, small sobs wracking the tiny body on the bed. Soon a knock sounded on the door.

Weems had had reports all day that you had been absent. Knowing your history with depression she knew it was imperative to do a welfare check as soon as she could. Looking at her calendar she swore. She had a copy if the nurses schedule for meds and prescription refills. Yours were out and it looked like nobody had picked up more for you.

She finally signed off the email she had spent the morning drafting to the mayor. Closing her laptop she toed on her heels, opting to take them off to give her feet a break when sitting and stood smoothing out her skirt. She hurried out the door and to your dorm. Hearing small noises inside she hesitated before knocking, she knew you were in there was was slightly terrified of what she would find inside the dorm.

Hearing the soft knock on the door you wiped a small fist over your eyes and sat up still silent tears running down your cheeks. You waited and heard the door open.

Weems peered into the dimly lit room; the windows still drawn. She saw a small lump on the bed and slowly walked over. The closer she got the more shocked she became. Why was there a toddler in the dorm and why did she look exactly like … y/n?

Small sad eyes looked up at her and sniffled. Weems stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do. She had a suspicion. She knew you were a shifter like herself. She looked down at you and it clicked. It made sense with the amount of trauma you had. You had regressed both physically and mentally to a child. Looking down at the sad child, you looked up at her and extended your arms.

“Up?” You asked with childlike innocence. Weems felt her heart melt. Gently she placed her hands under your arms and lifted you onto her hip. Almost straight away you buried your face in her neck, and she let out a soft gasp.

You were face too warm. Gently she peeled your face from her neck so she could look you in the eyes while she bounced you on her hip. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact and weems shushed you as she placed a gentle hand against your cheek then forehead.

“Oh honey. Are you not feeling too good right now?” She asked. “Do you feel icky?” She said and you nodded and sniffled, the tears slowing.

“Alright. Well, we are going to get you some medicine then we are going to come back to my place for some sleep.” She said and you whined.

“No sleep.” You pouted and Weems frowned. “Cuddles?” You asked.

“Ok sweet girl you can have cuddles but why no sleep?” She asked.

“Mean dreams.” You pouted and she felt her heart break. Of course, you had bad dreams, that was almost assured with what you had been through. Why didn’t she think of that. Patting you back she used a hand to guide you back to her neck as you put your thumb in your mouth.

Weems winced knowing it probably wasn’t clean but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and she preferred it to the crying. Holding you on her hip with one arm and the other on the back of your head she saw a small white fluffy thing under your blanket walking over and pulling out the stuffie you brightened as she tucked it between you and her chest as you wrapped you free arm around it.

“Alright honey let’s go get some medicine for you.” She said and left. She knew the school week enough to make sure nobody would see the two of you, God the rumours would be endless if students saw weems with a child. Careful to avoid any class windows Weems made it to the infirmary. As a shapeshifter herself she knew that the doses of medicine would need to match the physical size of the body. Balancing you on her hip she looked into your eyes.

“How old are you sweetheart?” She asked and you looked at her shyly holding up four fingers and puffing your chest out.

“Im four.” You grinned.

“Wow. Big girl huh?” She asked and you smiled wider.

Weems pulled out the bottle of medicine labeled 3-6 and any other supplies she would need. Carefully making her way back to her office she slipped back into her own quarters to take care of you.

You whined as she set you down on the couch but stopped as she lifted you back into her lap. You sure were clingy like this. Measuring out a dose of medicine Weems coaxed you into drinking it which made you stick your tongue out in disgust after.

“Yucky.” You said. Weems chuckled.

“Im sure it was sweet girl.” She said and stroked your hair. You buried your face in her chest and fisted your hands in her shirt.

“Alright bedtime. I think someone needs a nap huh?” She said and you whined.

“Nooo.” You said.

“Alright how about some cuddles instead?” Weems asked and you smiled.

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles.”

“Yay cuddles.” You celebrated.

“Alright sweet thing lets go to my bedroom and we can cuddle.” She said knowing you would fall asleep in no time. Curling into her chest more and wrapping you small arms around Weems she felt her heart melt again as she ran her nails up and down your spine. You shivered and enjoyed the touch.

After a few minutes you seemed to be fighting sleep, eyes drooping before flying wide open again with a small whimper.

“Honey whats the matter? Why won’t you sleep love?” Weems asked softly.

“Bad dreams.” You whimpered softly and weems patted your back running her hands through your short hair. It was much shorter than normal probably from the shift.

“Honey, you need to sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side, ok? Do you think you could be a brave girl and get some sleep for me?” She asked softly.

Burrowing your face into her neck you nodded and shuffled around to get comfy. Weems knew either way based off how exhausted you seemed you would be asleep soon regards of what you wanted.

And as predicted after about five more minutes weems felt your breath even out against her chest and heard small snores coming from you. She smiled softly down at you and decided then and there she would never let anything hurt you again.

MASTERLIST

#sfw agere #age regression #weems #larissa weems #comfort #depression #nevermore #outcast R #shapeshifter R #hurt/comfort #sicfic #whump #fluff #slight angst #wednesday addams #self insert #nightmares #little r #caregiver weems #touch starved #medicine #illness #flu #cold #sick r #toddler r #sickness #y/n #principal weems #enid Sinclair

[burningdonuts]

Out of all the headcanons the Wednesday/Wenclair fandom (‘cause let’s face it they’re almost the same thing) has, I love the “Enid is Greek” and “Wednesday is touch starved” ones the most. LIKE IF SOMEONE COULD MAKE A LIKE 3K WORD FANFIC OF THAT I WILL LITERALLY START SINGING THEIR PRAISES

#Greek Enid my beloved #I love touch starved Wednesday sm #(it’s ‘cause I relate to it) #wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday show #eniday #enid x wednesday

[u-look-beautiful-today]

I have strong opinions about Wednesday being beyond touch starved that I wrote a short story. There will probably be errors so I apologize in advance.

Edit: It's now up on ao3, with corrections. Title: down my arms, a thousand satellites

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Wednesday has elected to reject all forms of touch. Holding hands, long hugs, gentle kisses, none of those basic human interactions. And it's not for any horrible, tragic incident that occurred in her adolescence. She doesn't get repulsed by it or flinch, her nervous system doesn't shut down and her fight or flight doesn't kick in.

No. She simply doesn't want to be like her parents.

Maybe that's a horrible reason. Morticia and Gomez are madly in love with one another. They are affectionate at all times, whether it be her father showering her mother in kisses or just a gentle touch. Their fingers intertwined as they sit at the table, mother caressing his face as she passes by, small moments.

My little storm cloud, love is the only wonderful and beautiful thing we Addams' desire. We feel it from the bottom of our feet all the way through our head, exploding out our brains! Ask your mother! She wasn't keen on anyone touching her either, just like you. But love? Makes you do uncomfortable things.

Her father is wrong. She and her mother aren't alike. Wednesday would never let anyone near her. She would never leave herself open to someone else. As much fun as heartbreak and sorrow is, she would never want to go through it with some random person. The thought of someone holding her heart in their hands is just pathetic. No one will ever be that close to her. To ever love her or touch her.

There it is again, touch.

She grimaces as old memories of her childhood rushes through her. She was a child that never wanted to be put down, always being held. Her father would carry her around the mansion at all times. Showering her in little forehead kisses, telling her she was a perfect little rain cloud. That she brought an extra dark essence to the home. Her mother would always read her bedtime stories, gently combing through her hair as she did so. Wednesday could never fall asleep if her mother didn't kiss her on the cheek. Even Pugsley would hold hands with her as they would steal stop signs. The simple act was enough to know her brother cared for her.

Touch is, sadly, Wednesday's true love language and it sickens her. So she's been rejecting it.

She doesn't know when it truly started. She was just tired of always being compared to her mother. She is her own person. Not a clone of someone else.

So, she started to shy away. Long hugs turned to a quick pat, telling mother to stop the bedtime routine, dodging under her father's kisses. She even would slap Pugsley's hand away.

Now, she can hardly remember the last time she was truly hugged. Perfect.

But, there is this gnawing inside her. A want, a need, that torments her and calls out. She feels it anytime her mother sneaks a gentle hand through her hair. The sensation of her nails scraping her scalp makes her head tingle and it shoots down her spine. Or when her fath squeezes her shoulder. Her body warms and tension subsides, tension she didn't know she had locked into her muscles. Any touch, has her chest swelling, a warmth spreads through her and her body hums. Her veins are fire as her cold, dead heart seemingly comes to life and that's when the need begins. The needing to be held, hugged, to be loved but,

Her eyes always sting with tears. They stab at her eyes and she has to hurry off after any physical contact. Her cheeks redden and her normally cold body is sickly hot. She would have to lock herself away to her room as these feelings course through her.

Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe through, breathe out. She would tell herself, trying to get rid of these feelings.

The whole sad thing about all of this is, the touches never made her feel bad. Never made her feel disgusted or scared. Never made her feel anything horrible.

No, something more terrible. They made her feel warm, safe, happy, cared for, and worse of all;

Loved.

And she says she doesn't want that, but there's a problem. A colorful and pestering problem.

Enid Sinclair.

Her smile is the brightest thing Wednesday has ever had the unfortunate opportunity to see. Her eyes shine and twinkle like some desperate house dog wanting a treat. And even worse, that pink sweater is the biggest eye sore Wednesday has ever seen.

"Please! Just this once, it'll be super quick! And you can totally shove me off!" There she goes again, sticking out her lower lip like it would add anything.

Wednesday clenches her teeth and almost wishes she could take back her invitation. She doesn't even know what possessed her to ask!

"Enid Sinclair, I understand that you will not be traveling home for the holiday season. I unfortunately will be and as much as I desire time away from you. Would you-" She stumbled over her words. Dry mouth and an elevated heartbeat. "Possibly, w-would you want-" She's going to actually kill herself. Wednesday Addams does not stutter.

"Would you like to come spend the holidays with me?" She rushed out, not smooth and calculated, but like a middle schooler asking out a crush.

God, this isn't a crush.

If it was any bit possible, somehow Enid's already nauseating bright smile became brighter.

"Really!? I would love to, Wednesday!" That's where she should've turned away or went out of the room but Wednesday stilled and couldn't pull her eyes away. She stood too long and gave Enid an opportunity.

"I know you aren't too great with hugs and all, but maybe just this once?"

Now here she stands, frozen in place and yet, she hasn't rejected the request. A hug. It could be short, maybe a quick side hug. Maybe just a pat on the back. Enid did say she could shove her off, that alone is tempting.

She doesn't realize how long she has truly taken just standing there, staring holes into Enid's impossibly blue eyes, until she sees the light dull out. Her smile slips off, no more teeth showing just a thin fake smile. Wednesday should be ecstatic, a few months ago she would've been. It would have been a victory to knock the werewolf down, to draw out a grimace, to extinguish that obnoxious smile,

But. It doesn't feel good.

"Actually, it's, umm, it's totally fine, Wednesday. It was stupid to ask and-"

Something Angelic has possessed her. Only something Holy and good would cause Wednesday to step forward and easily envelope Enid into her arms.

The first thing she notices is the sickening smell of the absolutely atrocious junk Enid constantly consumes. Wednesday has never seen the girl without a candy bar or some beef stick in her hands. She would never admit it, but she's a bit concern the girl will die by a heartattack before the end of the semester.

But under it all, the scent of strawberries stands out. It's...nice. An odd mixture of smells but it's something that's completely Enid.

The second thing is, Enid hugging her back instantly. She's strong. Not overwhelming, she's not crushing Wednesday but, it's secure. Her arms are shockingly toned, more than likely from her wolf genes. Enid is also an actual furnace. The second she engulfed Wednesday into her, heat just rolled off in buckets. The warmth makes Wednesday yearn to curl up into the girl and fall into a deep sleep. She can feel her own core temperature rise, her heart thawing out each second. That thought alone makes Wednesday want to push away.

Just as she thinks it, Enid tightens her arms around Wednesday's shoulders, burying Wednesday deeper into her neck. Strawberries suffocate her and shockwaves flow through her.

An onslaughter of tingles and warmth zip down her spine and expand out to every inch of her. Her body buzzes, not the small hums she gets from the passing touches of her parents, no this is electrifying.

Her head pounds, the rush of endorphins is new and surprisingly not unwelcomed. It's a bit addictive and she almost understands why Enid insists on hugging everyone. It makes Wednesday remember her childhood again and that, need, gnaws at her chest again. She has to force her body from shaking as that burning sensation starts behind her eyes. Her heartbeat rattles in her ribcage and everything in her tells her to run and lock herself away. It's so much, too much, and all consuming. And yet, her own grip tightens around Enid's waist, against her better judgment.

Wednesday feels, safe and warm and cared for and, worst of all,

Loved.

It isn't until Enid releases a deep sigh that Wednesday finally comes out of the fog. She stiffens before pushing away and hurrying to her side of the room. She prays that Enid didn't see her glossy eyes or flush cheeks.

"You smell of stale Twinkies and burnt hotdogs. You're a garbage disposal of a person and I suspect you'll die before the New Year." She says smoothly, thankfully.

Of course, Enid doesn't miss a beat, she never does. "I enjoyed the hug too, Wednesday. We should do it more often."

Enid Sinclair shall be the demise of Wednesday Addams.

#wenclair #my writing #sorry if this sucks #i just had to #touch starved wednesday is so important to me #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday #enid sinclair

[thecustomwenclair]

Wednesday: What's this? Enid, hugging Wednesday: Affection! Wednesday: Disgusting. Wednesday: ...Do it again.

#wednesday is touched starved but only because she chose to be- #she didnt know thered be consequences #wenclair #wenclairwenclairwenclair #thecustomwenclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair

[ribbitsplayts]

they give me brainworms. enid u deserve the world

#TWO BEST FRIENDS #they might kiss #enid is touch starved and wednesday tolerates it #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #i have this as stickers on my redbubble if u wan #ribts art #wenclair

[ourdramaqueen]

Wyler Kink Bingo: From Dusk Till Dawn He Shall Be Hyd(e)

From Dusk Till Dawn He Shall Be Hyd(e) by Ourdramaqueen

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Summary: An evil witch's curse, softened by a fae's blessing, have hung over Prince Tyler's fate his whole young life. Can anyone truly deliver him from the curse and fulfill the blessing's promise? Notes: This is my fill for the square “Touch starvation” on Card 2 of the Wyler Kink Bingo. @weylerwritingevents

Read it on AO3

#weyler fic #wyler fic #wednesday x tyler #weyler kink bingo #wyler kink bingo #touch starvation #touch starved #wednesday addams x tyler galpin #weyler fanfiction #wyler fanfic #weyler fan fic #wyler fanfiction

[littledoggy-girlcollar]

i’ve been talking abt this with a friend recently and a recent comment is making me actually post about it now (hi brooklyn) i think fandom has a problem with describing every single character it comes across as touch-starved and i am sick of this shit sometimes bitches just truly do not want to be touched, leave them alone

#wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday netflix #i'm not gonna lie i do love it when a bitch is touch-starved! #but some of y'all make it out like every bitch to react weirdly when a person they've known for five seconds hugs them is touch-starved #instead of like. a normal reaction.

[woewriting]

bloodlines

pairing: wednesday addams | vampire reader word count: 1595 warnings: mdni, +18 only! blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end. a/n: first wdw in weeks... just a small thing for my vampire fellas.

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Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.

Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.

“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”

“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“Now that you do, stop it.”

“I can’t control it.”

Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”

Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.

Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.

“Wends…” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.

The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.

Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.

“Take it.”

“No.”

“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”

The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.

All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.

The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.

Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.

“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”

“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.

Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.

“I profoundly hate when you do that.”

“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.

“Stop talking. It’s an order.”

You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”

“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”

“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”

Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.

It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.

For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.

She needed you as much as you needed her.

Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.

Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.

“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”

A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.

The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.

Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.

Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.

Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.

Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.

Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.

“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”

As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.

“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”

Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.

“As you wish, master.”

#✍️ #wednesday addams #wdw #bloodlines #wednesday drabble wednesday #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #netflix wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams x gn reader #wednesday addams x gender neutral reader #wednesday x female reader #wednesday #wednesday x gender neutral reader #evilwednesday #1k club #wednesday addams tag #spidey's projects

[shenachigans]

I OWE YOU | Wednesday Addams

PAIRING: Wednesday Addams x Gn!Reader

CW: fluff, Wednesday and Y/n are not dating yet, harmless threats, sudden outburst because of trauma, mentions of trauma, Wednesday and Y/n have a crush on each other

SUMMARY: Wednesday accidentally reawakens a trauma, so she makes it up to you by letting you hug her, which turns into her spooning you on Enid’s bed.

A/N: First time writing for Wednesday and writing fluff.

WORDS: 2,450

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Ever since Wednesday first attended Nevermore, she would often see you in her and Enid’s dorm to fool around with your best friend. Bursts of laughter, blasting music, and gossip would resonate from the bright side of the dorm room to the plain yet elegant black and white side of the room. 

At first, Wednesday thought of the liveliness of Enid’s side of the dorm as a nuisance—an obstacle that prevents her from focusing on writing her novel. However, as months passed during the semester, she didn’t mind your presence. 

Wednesday would rather carve her eyes out than admit it to your face though. The tingling and unusual sensations she felt on her chest whenever you were around irked her. It was out of her character to feel attraction towards you, but love works in complicated ways. She grew fond of the thrill of breaking character—her way of saying how she loved the feeling of liking you.

When you first met Wednesday, you didn’t mind her too much, but you weren’t scared of her like the other students were when she first came to the school. She was just there, tagging along with you and Enid, but you never found her to be a problem despite her gruesome past and rumors. She was likable, but you put your feelings aside because you knew she wasn’t looking for a relationship, let alone romance.

You grew comfortable in her presence and treated her like any other while respecting her boundaries. Which boundaries? Physical contact boundaries. It was hard not to randomly tackle someone you knew into a hug as it was your love language, but you tried your best not to make Wednesday uncomfortable. You wish you could hug her at least once in your life. You always told her why you wouldn’t touch her so she wouldn’t misunderstand—if she cared anyway.

Wednesday never told you how bloody adorable you were when you apologized for accidentally sharing a skinship. However, she also wanted you to disrespect her boundaries. She also craved what others experienced—your stubble touches and death-gripping hugs. 

She wanted to feel more of your warmth against her cold-stone skin—another thought she would only think of when it was about you. She curses herself when she feels an irking feeling in her guts when she sees your arm wrapped around Enid’s as you three walk. Thing would always tease her for being touch-starved for you, even if he received threats as his replies.

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Today is the first time Enid left you alone with Wednesday after she ran off like a leopard when Ajax suddenly asked her out. You didn’t want to leave Wednesday on her own just because Enid left. Hence, you stayed and waited until your best friend came back.

It was much quieter than the usual energetic night, but you nor Wednesday found the silence awkward. You two silently did your things as she dedicated an hour to her novel while casually having—well, trying to have small talks in between. Wednesday was not one to be disturbed while she wrote.

Thing was there to keep you company until Enid returned. He was an interesting fellow because he was only a hand, but he’s a sweetheart. You took selfies and played games on your phone with him until you two parted ways, as you scrolled on your social media while he read magazines from Enid’s shelf. You eventually fell asleep on your best friend’s bed after getting tired of not doing anything.

Wednesday didn’t notice your sleeping form until she had finished her hour of writing her novel. Thing even told her multiple times, but she ignored the poor appendage. After neatly stacking her finished pages in a pile, she looked at your figure, peacefully sleeping on her roommate’s bed as your chest rose and dropped with each breath.

She rose from her seat and approached you, making your soft snores audible to her ears. The bed dipped as she climbed on the bed to grab your unlocked phone to put it aside. Before she pressed the off button, she saw a selfie of you, Enid, and her winning the Allen Poe cup as your wallpaper. The smile she adores that adorned your face was so contagious it made her lips twitch upwards. She then closed your phone and placed it on Enid’s side table. 

Wednesday sat on the bedside and watched your sleeping figure—curled into fetus position—with soft eyes. She leaned in to kiss your forehead as if someone had controlled her body to do so. As soon as her lips touched your skin, you flinched awake as if you had a nightmare. 

Your instincts made you grip Wednesday’s shoulders and slam her onto Enid’s bed as you straddled her. You and Wednesday were caught off guard—eyes wide and huffing from the sudden actions as you looked at each other. You looked at her as if she was an assassin sent to kill you during your slumber, not your friend.

“How dare you,” you gritted as you looked down at her with stern eyes—an expression she hadn’t seen on your face before, catching her off guard again. It must’ve been because of the murderous intent that shone in your eyes as you looked at her. 

Wednesday thought you were always rainbows and butterflies, but she was mistaken. Everyone has a dark side buried within their hearts, and you only masked it with your joyful and innocent mask. She does want to see that side of you—how gruesome your other self was—but tonight was not the right time.

She tried to cup your cheek to get you out of your trance, but you gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head, burying them onto your best friend’s bed. Shen then huffed and called your name with tenderness without realizing it.

“Y/n L/n, calm down,” Wednesday muttered. Her voice snapped you out of your little world, and your eyes widened when you realized the position you forced upon you two. You quickly got off Wednesday and crossed your legs before her as she did the same. 

“Sorry. Instincts,” you muttered as you looked down, embarrassed by your sudden outburst. “Normies would sneak up on me and do bullshit during my sleep before I went to Nevermore—became a habit, y’know?”

You thought you stopped attacking people who touched you as you slept, but it seemed that Wednesday proved you wrong. You knew you, Thing, and Wednesday were the only ones in the dorm, so you didn’t need to react like that. 

Was it because her touch felt so foreign?—something you never thought she would do? Did you suddenly attack her because the chills you felt from the warm touch of her lips caught you off guard and made you think she was someone else?

“Trauma should be the right word,” Wednesday stated as she looked at you with her signature death stare before looking down to massage her wrists to release the tension from your death grip. “Do that again, and you will have to sleep with an eye open.”

“Very funny, Addams,” you chuckled before getting up from the bed to leave Enid and Wednesday’s dorm to head to your own since it was getting late. Enid must’ve lost track of time and forgotten how she left you in the dorm With Wednesday because of Ajax. “I’d like to see you try. It’d be a challenge for you since I barely sleep.”

“Where do you think you are going?” Wednesday asked as she raised a brow—eyes following your figure as you shuffled about to get out of bed. She can’t have you leave now that you two are alone for the first time without any prying eyes. She needed to do something before you retired to your dorm. “I don’t remember telling you to leave.”

You were taken aback by the tone of her voice, as it was something you’d never heard from her before. You two are constantly surprising each other, and you find that quite romantic. First, you catch her off guard with your outburst. Second, she surprises you with her unusual tone. 

“I don’t remember needing your permission to leave, Wednesday Addams,” you jokingly shot back as you returned to your sitting position on Enid’s bed. You cross your arms and lift your chin to look down at her to return her unspoken staring challenge. “I’m going to my dorm since it’s late. Why are you asking me to stay, hm? Longing-for-my-presence much?”

“Embrace me,” she simply states, making you choke on air from the sudden command. She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you went on a coughing fit. “Don’t die a dull death, Y/n.”

“Y-You want ME to hug YOU?” you mumbled, flabbergasted, as you regained your composure—patting your chest as you did to help you breathe. “Never thought THE Wednesday Addams would request a hug from a plain, old me.”

“It was not a request. It was a command. I’m only doing this because it seems that I reawakened a trauma of yours. Consider it as returning what I owe you,” Wednesday glared as her arms slowly spread wide, expecting you to jump in her arms as you did with others. “Don’t sit there and wait until I change my mind.”

“Of course, of course, your highness,” you teased before approaching Wednesday. Your comment made her furrow her brows with discontent, and her arms fall to her sides. Your teasing went too far, it seems. “W-Wait! I was just joking!”

Wednesday had already gotten out of Enid’s bed as pleas spilled from your mouth. She looked down at you with a bitter expression—not that you could notice—before she spun on her heel to walk to her bed. Before she could take a step, you had stood on your knees on the bed and hugged her from behind, catching her off guard. She noticed it was different from your bone-crushing embraces as it was gentler, but she liked it.

“I got carried away,” you mumbled against Wednesday’s back as you wrapped your arms around her waist, securing her in place. Her hands gently held onto your hand, making you tighten your hold on her as you thought she was breaking free, but she didn’t. “You’re huggable material, Addams. It’s cute—you’re cute,” you chuckled, content with the embrace.

“Describe me with the word ‘cute’ again, and I will not hesitate to chop your tongue off with a butcher’s knife,” Wednesday muttered as she turned to face you, making your head press on her chest. She looked down at you and saw how you looked up at her with mischievous eyes as if you were content with irritating her. “You can let go now. It seems that your usual self is back.”

“Oh, no, no. I’m still traumatized, Wednesday,” you countered and buried your face further against her. She stiffly stood there as you hogged her body to yourself. She didn’t return the embrace, but you were grateful for the one-sided embrace as it was better than nothing. 

You basked in her coldness, but you could feel a slight warmth near her heart. It was comfortable, and you were happy. You two stayed in that position until you opened your eyes when an idea crossed your mind. You let her go to proceed with your plan, but you missed the slight scowl that painted her face.

“This sudden adrenaline rush won’t make me calm down easily. I command you to give me cuddles,” you huffed and pointed at her, then at Enid’s bed before laying down in a fetal position. “You’re the big spoon. Now, come,” you smiled as you patted the spot behind you. “This is part of what you owe me.”

Wednesday stood there like she was rethinking her life decisions by letting you embrace her. You simply lay there and waited for her to comply with your command. She huffed when you had no plans of changing your mind and proceeded to tuck herself into bed, not spooning you—laying on someone else’s bed was embarrassing enough for her.

“Suit yourself,” you huffed at her stubbornness, which you found cute, before succumbing to darkness again as all the adrenaline seeped out of your body as quickly as it came. 

After a few minutes, Wednesday laid on her other side to face your back, watching you sleep. You weren’t in a deep sleep Wednesday thinks because you were still aware of your surroundings. She eyed your sleeping figure before scooting closer and hesitantly draping an arm around your waist. 

At first, the position was awkward since Wednesday hadn’t embraced someone in bed before, but she got more comfortable when she relaxed her tense body since she found your warm soothing. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, basking in your soothing scent and lulling her to sleep. She can’t believe she’s letting her pride fail her for something as trivial as this.

“I knew you would cuddle me eventually,” you muttered, half-awake, making her slightly jolt. “You make a great big spoon, Wednesday. We should cuddle more.”

“Don’t make me change my mind,” Wednesday seethed, but you just lazily snuggled closer to her hold as you found comfort in her arms. She expected a comment, but you went back to sleep, content with the warmth of her body. “How rude,” she mumbled, a slight smile washing over her features before she followed you into the pit of darkness.

The rest of the night was peaceful as you and Wednesday slept on Enid’s bed. Wednesday had never had such a nice rest—almost cursing herself for letting her guard down during her sleep, unlike how she usually does. The dorm was unbothered because Enid had retired to Yoko’s dorm since her shared dorm was at the top of the floor. She couldn’t risk Ms. Thornhill catching her walking about in the hallways.

Unbeknownst to you, Enid almost lost her fingers the next day when she woke Wednesday with a snap of her phone camera as she attempted to take a picture of you and her roommate sleeping in a picture-worthy position. Your best friend could’ve also lost her feet if she didn’t comply with Wednesday’s command to delete the pictures of her camera roll. 

“Ajax declined her date offer,” Wednesday butted in when you asked Enid about her foul mood. However, the real reason why Enid was in a gloomy mood was that she couldn’t keep the cute pics of you and Wednesday peacefully sleeping in each other’s arms. Wednesday knew Enid would post it on her blog, so she had to threaten her to gatekeep your cuteness.

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#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #gn reader #fem reader #wednesday #wednesday 2022 #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader

[madebycloud]

Stuck By The Glue Onto You

wednesday addams x fem!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: while out on a hiking date, you decide to test if wednesday can ever get a tan. but your questions about tanning only seem to annoy her. (requested by canvascoloredin) warnings/themes: soft!wednesday, hiking, picnic, r is touch starved ig words: 2.9k

You're wandering through the forest, surrounded by trees, with birds chirping in the distance.

You begin to walk through the woods, the soft dirt squishing under your sneakers. As you wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, you find yourself wondering what possessed you to do something like this.

“God, it's as hot as Satan's ass in here,” you mutter, your girlfriend following not far behind.

“Why are we even out here?”

You couldn't help but smirk. “We're out here to test something—a theory, even,” you reply, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice, though you can tell she's already figured it out.

“Test what? My patience?” she snaps, her eyes rolling towards the sky.

You sigh and turn around to face her. “You're wearing all black, you know it's so hot outside,” you say, your face dripping with sweat.

She raises an eyebrow at you. ”So? I'm not the one sweating.”

You shrug, your shirt is already soaked through. “It suits you anyway,” you mumble to yourself.

You pause in your tracks, looking around for a spot to rest. Finally spotting a nearby tree, you make your way over to it and flop down against the trunk, your body seeking some much-needed relief from the sweltering summer heat. 

You turn to your girlfriend, who's still standing, and raise an eyebrow at her. “Do you tan?”

“Do I what?” she replies, looking confused.

“Tan,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. “You know, when your skin darkens in the sun, do you think it's possible for you to do that?”

“Do I look like I tan?” she deadpans, and you can practically hear the lowercase ‘duh’ at the end of her sentence. 

“Wow, I have no idea,” you reply sarcastically. “Come,” you say, patting your ankle for her to come sit beside you.

She grudgingly makes her way over to you, plopping down on the ground with a huff. “This is stupid,” she mumbles.

“I want to see if you'll ever tan.” You've always wanted to see Wednesday tan, even just a little bit.

“Do you really think that's going to happen?”

“I don't know,” you admit. “That's why we're out here.”

Will Wednesday ever get tanned? Maybe, maybe not. One thing's for sure though, this heat is unbearable.

A moment later, Wednesday stands up without a word and continues walking down the path, leaving you behind.

“Are you serious?” you call out, catching up to her. “Where the hell are you going?”

Without slowing her pace, she throws back a cheeky response. “Wherever you were planning on leading me out.”

You run to catch up to her, huffing and puffing as you try to keep up. “Slow down,” you say, sounding slightly out of breath.

“Well, do you know where that is?” you ask, catching up to her and walking beside her.

“That's what the path is for, genius” she replies, gesturing to the obvious dirt path beneath her feet. 

All of a sudden, Wednesday stops dead in her tracks, and you almost knock her over while running after her. She glares at you, clearly not pleased with being bumped into.

“Watch it,” she snaps. 

You raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by her reaction, but then you notice the river flowing ahead of her. “Oh, I hadn't noticed,” you say, trying not to sound like a total idiot.

Without a word, Wednesday extends her hand to you, palm up. “Shoes,” she orders.

You pause for a moment, trying to process the request. “My what?” you repeat, confused.

“Shoes!” she repeats, more loudly this time.

With a quick movement, you slip your feet out of your shoes and place them into Wednesday's outstretched hand. She then does the same, and as you both step into the river, you can't help but feel the cold water up to your ankles.

“Be careful,” she warns. The water splashes against the rocks as she moves across them.

You reluctantly follow behind her, not appreciating her condescending tone. “What do you think I am, a child?” you mutter under your breath. “Ugh, it's cold.”

Your footing is unsteady as you try to balance on the slippery rocks, and without warning, you slip and stumble, almost falling head-first into the shallow water.

Before you hit the ground, Wednesday grabs your arm and pulls you back. “I said, be careful,” she scolds. Your heart races as you regain your footing, feeling the weight of her gaze on you.

“Sorry,” you whisper, trying to catch your breath. You follow closely behind her, taking each step carefully.

You stumble out of the water and land on the dirt path, feeling the mud between your toes. Wednesday, drop your shoes at your feet. 

“You could've died back there,” she says with a hint of concern in her voice, already putting her shoes on.

You quickly tie up your shoes and chase after her, trying not to slip on the wet rocks by the river's edge. “Wait up!” you shout, but she ignores you and continues walking. Frustrated, you pick up the pace and catch up to her. “Can you please slow down?” you huff, still catching your breath.

“I told you to be careful,” she says, not even looking back at you.

“I know,” you mutter, still panting as you try to keep up.

But she doesn't seem to be slowing down at all.

Suddenly, a clever idea pops into your mind. You stop walking and pretend to slip on the rocks. “Oh no! I'm going to slip into the rocks! Help! I need a hand to help me!” you cry out, pouting like a child.

Wednesday turns around and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really need me to hold your hand?” she asks, not sounding very convinced.

“You know, that's one of the things couples do.”

Wednesday scoffs. “Right, and what if I don't want to be that couple? What then?”

“Then you have to hold my hand even more,” you reply, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.

She extends her hands at you. “I'll count from one to ten, and if you haven't grabbed my hand, I'll throw you off the cliff.” Not wanting to get thrown off a cliff, you run as fast as you can, barely catching up to Wednesday just as she reaches five. You grab her hand, swinging it back and forth.

You lean in to whisper into her ear, “You're sweet, you know that?”

“What did you say?” she asks. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you can't take your eyes away for a minute. You feel her grip on your hand tighten just a little bit. 

You take a deep breath and lean in a little closer, your lips barely brushing against her ear as you whisper the three words. “You heard me.”

“I'm not sweet,” she mutters, looking away from you.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can't erase the small smile that keeps creeping onto her face, and you can't help but smile back at her. “Yes, you are,” you say, still whispering into her ear. “And I'll keep saying it, whether you like it or not.”

She quickly pulls her hand away from you, pretending to have heard nothing. “I hate you,” she replies, looking away and picking up her pace.

“Stop it,” you complain, reaching for her hand again. “You don't have to be so cold.”

You grin at her, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest as you wrap your fingers around hers and start swinging her hand again. Wednesday sighs, but she doesn't pull her hand away from yours. 

“And I'm glad you came with me.”

“Just promise me you won't do anything dumb this time.”

You nod, still grinning at her. “I promise,” you say, reaching up with your free hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. 

She nods. “Good,” she says. “I don't want to lose you.”

“See? I told you, you're sweet.”

“Just shut up.”

“What would happen if you didn't save me?” you ask, still swinging your hands.

She raises an eyebrow at you, looking you up and down, as if she's trying to decide if she should take your question seriously. “Obviously, dead.”

“Okay, but what about you?”

She shrugs. “What about me?”

“What would happen to you after I hit the rock?” you repeat, a little more desperate this time. 

Wednesday narrows her eyes at you, trying to figure out if you're joking or just an idiot. “I'll probably be on the news, saying, Breaking news: Idiot girlfriend hits rock and dies, and now I'm the main suspect because I was the only one there with her.”

You can't help but chuckle at her response. “Your girlfriend?” you repeat.

Wednesday nods. “My girlfriend,” she says, her tone now a bit softer.

Then you trail your thumb over hers and smirk at her. “Her name is...?” you ask, curious to see how she'll respond. 

She rolls her eyes at you. “Y/N,” she says.

“What do you think about her?” you ask, biting your lip to hide the blush rising in your cheeks.

Wednesday trails off, her eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. “She's amazing, adorable, beautiful, and…” she trails off again.

“And?” you prompt.

“And don't tell her that, because her ego will boost even more than it already does,” she continues. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but before you can respond, Wednesday turns and starts walking away. “You and your clumsy curiosity,” she mutters under her breath.

—

“Seriously, here?” Wednesday asks you with a raised eyebrow as you start to prepare the blanket for the picnic while the scorching sun beats down on the grass.

“I told you, I'm here to test something,” you remind her as you drop the blanket.

Wednesday rolls her eyes and walks away, but you follow after her. “Please, just a few minutes,” you plead.

—

You patiently wait for her in the tree, hoping that she'll come back soon. After a few minutes of her sunbathing—or getting fried, as you put it—she finally walks towards you.

You stand up and approach her, looking her up and down. “You didn't get a tan,” you say. “Are you dead?”

“No, but you will be soon,” she retorts.

You cross your arms, tilting your head to the side as you place a hand on your chin. “What about you taking off your clothes?” you suggest, teasing her further. “I guess those black clothes are blocking the sun.”

Wednesday lets out a huff of frustration and punches you in the arm—not too hard, but hard enough for you to know she's serious. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding,” you grumble, rubbing your arm where she hit you.

You grab the blanket and make your way to the tree, spreading it out on the ground. You both enjoy a picnic together, eating sandwiches and chatting about various topics. 

Eventually, Wednesday pulls out a book from her bag and begins to read. You glance at the book's cover, trying to make out the title. It looks like some sort of mystery novel. 

You glance down at her lap, hesitating before finally asking, “Can I?” She nods, not even taking her eyes off the book. You crawl onto her lap, resting your head on her thighs, and watch as Wednesday continues reading. 

You drift off to sleep, listening to the sound of her pages turning and her breathing. 

Once she notices that you are sleeping, Wednesday runs her fingers through your hair, pushing it back. You peek at her through closed eyes, your smirk widening. “Do you tan?” you ask, your voice raspy.

“You asked the same question twice.”

“Okay, maybe I phrased it wrong,” you finally manage, taking a deep breath. “I really just mean, have you ever gotten a tan? You know, from being out in the sun all day?”

She nods slowly, not taking her eyes off her book.

“When?” you follow up, trying to glean more information.

She raises an eyebrow at you, knowing full well what you're trying to get at. “You just made me tan in the sun to 'test something', didn't you?” she says, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Right, right. I forgot,” you mumble, kicking a rock in embarrassment. 

You take a deep breath and let it out, leaning back on her lap. “But-” you begin, catching yourself before you ask another stupid question. “You know, I've seen people get a nice golden glow from some time in the sun.” You try to play it off.

Deciding to change the subject, she pinches your nose. “Hey!” you hiss, swatting her hand away. “That's not nice,” you mutter. Wednesday just shrugs and goes back to reading her book. 

“Do you tan?” Wednesday returns the question to you, her eyes still locked on the page in front of her. 

“No, of course not,” you reply without hesitation. “I'm not the one dressed in black from head to toe in this heat.”

“Well, excuse me for having a fashion sense.”

“I didn't say it wasn't stylish,” you retort. “Seriously though, Wednesday, the sun has been beating down on us for hours, and you haven't even gotten a speck of color,” you continue, shaking your head.

“I'm not sure why you're so obsessed with my pale skin, but it's not going to happen, okay?” She punctuates her sentence with an even bigger eye roll.

You sigh, staring up at the blue summer skies. “Don't take me too seriously. I just think you'd look pretty cute with a little color in your cheeks,” you say, your voice soft.

“Yeah, right,” she mumbles, dismissing your opinion.

“I'm serious,” you insist. “Just imagine it, Wednesday: the sun, the sand, the waves. You, in an adorable bikini, enjoying the heat.”

“I'd never wear a bikini in a million years, but the sun and the sand... maybe.”

You're just about to give up and let her read in peace when you suddenly remember something.

“Wait,” you say, leaning forward a little to catch her attention. “Did you know that some people actually pay money to get a fake tan?”

“Well, not me,” you continue, “but I've seen it before. People go to these tanning salons and pay money to lie in a bed that shoots UV rays at their skin, all in the name of looking more 'healthy' and 'glowing.' Can you believe it?”

“Honestly, I don't see the point in paying money for a fake tan when you can just get one for free by lying in the sun.”

“You have a point there,” you say, grinning at her. “But then again, some people just don't want to put in the effort to tan naturally.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes at you. “To each their own, I guess,” she says, continuing to read her book.

You try not to stare at her for too long, not wanting to cause her any discomfort, but it's hard to look away. 

“You look exhausted,” she comments, her finger continuing to trace patterns on your chin.

After a while, you start to feel drowsy. The heat and the soothing sound of the rustling leaves have taken its toll on you, and you start to drift off to sleep, still resting your head on Wednesday's lap.

As you doze off, you feel Wednesday's hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. “Hey, wake up,” she says softly, causing you to stir and open your eyes.

You feel embarrassed, not knowing how long you've been out.

“Do you feel rested?”

“Yeah,” you respond, still feeling a bit disoriented. “Thanks for waking me up,” you add, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Wednesday nods, closing her book and setting it aside. “No problem,” she replies. “I just wasn't sure if you were going to sleep on my lap forever.”

“What can I say? Your lap is pretty comfy.”

“You're ridiculous.”

“Maybe, but at least I'm comfortable.”

You sit up, quickly rolling up the blankets and stashing the snacks back into the backpack you brought.

“Do you have any more questions for me?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, I think I'm good for now.”

“Suit yourself,” she replies with a smirk, then helps you load up the last few things that you packed.

“Don't move!” you say as you quickly grab out your phone. She squints her eyes, looking confused. 

“I want to take a picture of you. Stand right there,” you add, pointing with your finger to the perfect position. 

“For...?” she asks, wondering what kind of strange photo you have in mind.

Shrugging your shoulders, you reply, “Because my girlfriend didn't get tanned after walking in the sun for hours, and this is the proof of that.” You step beside her and take a selfie together, your cheeky grin contrasting with her blank stare.

“Let's go,” she declares before starting to walk away.

“Wait for me,” you call after her, your feet pounding the ground as you try to catch up. “You forgot to hold my hand? I might fall,” you say in a fake-helpless tone, trying your best to look pitiful.  

“Oh, fine,” she replies, stopping in her tracks and turning around to face you. “Are you a child? Because I'm not your mother,” she scoffs.

With a heavy sigh, she reaches out her hand, rolling her eyes as you clasp it in yours, swinging it back and forth as you walk together. 

“You want to hold my hand so badly?” she asks.

“Yes,” you reply with a cheeky grin. “I don't want to get lost or something.”

She shrugs and interlocks her fingers with yours, wondering how she got roped into this. “You're so annoying,” she mutters under her breath.

“What was that?” you ask, pretending not to hear her.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x you #wednesday imagine #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x reader #i love beabadoobee

[eddieboi23]

Fries

Wednesday Addams x Gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: your eating lunch with Wednesday, and your hunger knows No limits…. reader being a menace

Tw: sharing food from mouth, kissing, threats,

(Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

Pt 2

(You and Wednesday are already dating)

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It was the start of lunch time ,and everyone was eating.

Y/n, Wednesday, enid, and some of their friends were sitting together.

You were the closest next to Wednesday, while everyone else was a bit away, paying attention to Enid loudly blabbing about something.

Todays lunch was fries and nuggets(or vegan options maybe, but fries will be a big part of this),

Your favorite of course.

Unfortunately for you, you has finished all your fries, so you searched the table of friends to see who you could steal from.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the only person with some was your girlfriend, Wednesday.

You considered just starving at that point, because you’d surely loose a finger if you asked.

You did really want the fries though, so you did the unthinkable, you snatched one before she had a chance to react.

She slowly turned her head to you, staring you down with her unblinking eyes.

“What do you think your doing?”

You chuckle nervously and hold up the fry. “Im starving and you’ve barely touched them, its not a problem is it?”

She stares at you. “You are not starving, I watched you scarf your food like a dog ,just a second ago. If you want to keep your hand, you will give it back.”

You just about gave up, then had an idea, you put the fry sticking out of your mouth. “Then come get it.” You say with a smirk. Wednesday stares in almost disbelief.

She attempts to grab it but you pull away. “Not with your hands, your mouth.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

she sighs “I am not going to play this childish game.”

You shrug, “maybe I’ll take more of them, since I got this one soooo easily.”

Wednesday scoffs. “You will do no such thing.”

“Idkkk, maybe if you play the game I wont.”

She furrows her eyebrows , and frowns. Then to your surprise she leans in, attempting to grab the fry with her mouth.

You pull the fry Into your mouth a little and she scowls.

You chuckle. “Whoops try again!” She rolls her eyes, “this is foolish.”

Despite her words she trys again.

Except this time while shes trying to get, you suck it into your mouth, which makes Wednesday accidentally kiss you.

You feel her stiff up, then lean into the kiss, feeling her soft lips, you kiss back.

She pulls away after a moment and you furrow your eyebrows. “Wait did you-“

She opens her mouth, and between her teeth is the fry, the corners of her mouth barely quirk up. “I win.”

You blush, and nervously chuckle, “oh, damn.“

She eats the fry ,then slides her plate between the both of you, looking away with a bored expression.

“The consolation prize, as if you deserve it.”

You gasp, “yEsss I love you!” You start chowing down, missing the blush and curious smile Wednesday is aiming at you.

She wonders when you will realize ,thats the first time you said you love her. And all because of some fries.

How curious

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(I used a prompt generator for this and it turned out pretty well?

I hope my writing is good, if not, I wasted like 5 yrs of reading fanfics LMAO)

(This took me like, 4 days to do 😀😭)

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[genghisthebrain]

something something overly tactile enid sinclair who grew up touch starved and now craves any little bit of touch she is given, particularly by one wednesday addams (who doesn't mind at all, she likes the koala-enid.)

and it becomes a common staple of their room that wednesday and enid will just be sitting on one another's laps and sleeping in the same beds (all platonically, of course.)

and then one night they have the others over for games night, and there isn't enough room on the sofa to seat enough people. and enid's just like, oh, that's fine, I'll just- and sits herself down on wednesday's lap.

and everyone's all "omg you're dating" but no enid was just unaware that it was not a thing that people did platonically because of her lack of affection growing up.

#wait_no on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday headcanons #headcanon

[lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot]

Enid: Wednesday are you ok?

Wednesday (who is experiencing a intense touch starving episode): I am fine Sinclair.

Enid (who just noticed): OH! *Hugs Wednesday*

Wednesday: mmh

Yoko: I mean you can Just go to another room we won't judge, right divina (; 😏😏😏

ENID: YOKO TANKiA, hmfff it's not like that Wednesday just experiences touch starved or ing IDK episodes and I for some reason can help with that so I do

Yoko: Sure Enid, Sure

Wednesday: if you don't shut up vamp I'll give you a first hand demonstration on how to kill vampires the Addams way

Yoko: OK OK sheesh

Enid:

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #incorrect wenclair #wednesday is soft for enid #eniday #wednesday x enid #wednesday and enid #wednesday on netflix #wenclair incorrect quotes

[streaminn]

Enid is in rut

People expect someone possessive, an aggression that leads her to lashing out

Instead, Enid is dying

She has always loved touch, loved the feeling of a skin against hers. It can be the tiniest brush of shoulders or a hand clasped around her fingers but what Enid truly wants?

Is a hug.

And oh, does she want one. She craves it like one craves food after days of starving. She wishes and wants with a feverence of an addict not getting their fix, shaking and trembling in bed.

Enid thinks that if someone were to wrap their arms around her right now, she could ctrl alt 4f from this life peacefully.

But there was a catch.

It couldn't be from just anyone.

Enid has tried with others. Hooked her chin along Yoko's shoulder, giving a small squeeze to Divina, a side hug to Eugene.

But it isn't enough.

There's an ache in her chest, the one that sobs and cries like a child of before. Enid hasn't heard it be this loud and she's left glassy eyed for the whole day, her mind blank and her body on auto pilot.

It's back in her dorm does Enid realizes what she's missing.

Wednesday.

It's a relief, the way her body immediately relaxes at the familiar smell of lavender but with it comes this acceptance. It is not of joy, but rather a resignation. Like knowing that refreshing the page for tickets won't do a thing but she does it anyways In hopes that it can change anything.

Insanity maybe?

Wednesday would like that, knowing she drove her roommate insane.

As the wolf lies in bed, her mind begin to run and run. She has hugged Wednesday once, hugged her like her life depended on it.

She's going to die like this, Enid thinks as she curls up in her bed. She's going to die a wilted miserable flower, missing the sunshine it so desperately needs.

Because even before this, Enid had wanted so bad to do it again. To wrap her arms around the roommate that makes her heart still, to lay her head onto the shoulder of someone she loves and wishes for.

So yes, Enid is dying.

Because there's no way Wednesday Addams will give her a hug.

Or, I want to explore the non sexual things that happens during ruts! Aka give Enid a lil hormonal push to want to cross the boundary, to reach over and just maybe hold Wednesday's hands

Except, Enid can't and she won't

Because wednesday doesn't like touch and Enid will have to accept it

(or does she?)

#Writing #Wenclair #Au thoughts

[thefairylights]

For day 25 of kinktober, I am sharing a second playlist. This one contains more r&b and slower, sensual songs plus my usual dark and religious blasphemy music. @vampirefest

I give to you:

Vampire fest kinktober, come again. 21 songs.

01) The Weeknd/The Hills

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes

Who are you to judge?

02) Sabrina Claudio/Belong to You

It ain't strictly physical but I know that

I wanna lay where you lay

So I think you should fuck with me, yeah

You don't want to take me out the street, yeah

I can give you everything you need, yeah

Need you in my reach, yeah

03) Doja Cat/Casual

Take it off, follow me now

Let me in, don't shut me out

Don't tell me you love me if

That's not how it really is

04) Rihanna/Needed Me

Didn't they tell you that I was a savage

Fuck your white horse and a carriage

Bet you never could imagine

Never told you you could have it

You needed me

Oooh, you needed me

To feel a little more, and give a little less

Know you hate to confess

But baby oooh, you needed me

05) NBDY/Lights Out

When the lights out

I come alive when the nights out

I don't wanna see anymore

I only wanna hear the sounds of, uh

When we make love

Ain't no need to keep the lights on

I'ma fuck you with the lights out

I'ma love you 'til your lights out

06) Halsey/Not Afraid Anymore

I am not afraid anymore

Standing in the eye of the storm

Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth

I am not afraid anymore

I want what you got in store

I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now

And touch me like you never

And push me like you never

And touch me like you never

'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

No no no

07) Hozier/Eat Your Young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

Honey, I wanna race you to the table

If you hesitate, the getting is gone

I won't lie, if there's something to be gained

There's money to be made, whatever's still to come

08) Ari Abdul/You

Say your name like a ritual

Your body is something spiritual

Oh no

Don't you know you could save my soul

Feelin' your power head to toe

Feelin' your body head to toe

You're so divine

You're in your prime

It's love at first sight

Won't be satisfied

'Til I know you're mine

09) Isabel LaRosa/More Than Friends

My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath

I'm catchin' you starin' again

I swear all this shit isn't just in my head

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I need

Need your hands on my waist, please

Save me

God, don't let me die waitin'

10) Tazzy/Fantasize (Ariana Grande cover)

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five

Five-to-nine

Tryin' to behave, but I'm feelin'

Some type of (Way) way

That just ain't me

11) Lilyisthatyou/FMRN

I got this aching and itching to be in submission

I got this burning desire to set you on fire

Oh, I hope my whole room goes down

You say swallow the fire, I'll choke it down

Say anything when you're around

Say anything and I'll make that sound like

(Make that sound like)

Can you come fuck me right now?

Parents are home, but my bed's too loud

I can take it on the ground

If I get too loud, you can shut my mouth

12) Aaliyah/Rock the Boat

Boy, you know you make me float

Boy, you really get me high

Ooh, I feel like I'm on dope

'Cause you, you serve me on a regular (you serve me on a regular)

Boy, you need to tie this rope

Oh, before we drift any deeper (before we drift any deeper)

Baby, now hold me close

Let's take this overboard now

13) Ashnikko/Slumber Party

My girl look like Wednesday Addams

Eyes go black when she orgasms

Hide your back, she likes to stab them

My butt cheeks, she likes to grab

Matching pajama birthday suits

Her spit tastes just like Juicy Fruit

She do that thing she usually do

Spell my name with her tongue, like (uh)

14) Dove Cameron/Boyfriend

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

15) Bad Omens/The Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

16) CORPSE/E-girls are ruining my life

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me

Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)

Touch me with the lights off and my chains on

Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on

17) Florence + the Machine/Bedroom Hymns

You had Jesus on your breath

And I caught Him in mine

Sweating out confessions

The undone and the divine

'Cause this is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

18) King Princess/Holy

Honey, on your knees when you look at me

I'm dressed like a fucking queen and you're begging, "please"

I rule with the velvet tongue

And my dress undone

And I'll get you lost but I'm having fun

Holy, holy, holy, yeah

Holy, holy, holy, holy

19) Imogen Heap/Come Here Boy

I know that my face

Is only too familiar to your sleep

I can see it in your eyes

And I can tell by your body heat

Why are you taking so long?

You need to come and find me, honey

To set your mind at rest

And let your dreams run free

20) BANKS/Godless

I'm into the darkness

That you feel a worse divine

'Cause I felt the power when I laid down by your side

I felt the rhythm, I felt the fever in your mind

I couldn't save you, but at least I say I tried

If your love was ever mine

It would stay with me tonight

I'm praying, praying

You can see it in my eyes

There's a raise that still reminds me

I'm waiting, waiting

21) Paris Paloma/The Fruits

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

I have no time for confession

For I'm too busy committing sins

My love, you're something special

I've never met someone like you

You'd make me fall from heaven

But I know just what I do

Come again? ❤️‍🔥 Spotify link here. 🔥

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[duck-at-midnight]

Just a Taste

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Warning: Vomit mentioned

Summary: Wednesday is jealous. Why should it only be vampires that taste people's blood.

Yoko groaned, "I'm so hungry, I could drink your blood." 

Enid snorted. "Then you'll instantly regret it." 

Wednesday raised her eyebrow at the conversation between the two friends. "Yeah, I suppose so." 

"Why would you regret Enid's blood?" Wednesday curiously asked. She thought Enid would taste sweet. 

"Werewolves taste bitter." Yoko shrugged. "Or at least to me, they do."

"Have you drunk Enid's blood before?" 

"Of course! I wouldn't let my best friend starve." Enid stated defensively. 

"I wouldn't have starved. You were just very insistent at 3 am." 

Wednesday drowned out the conversation. She couldn't get the mental image out of her mind of Yoko on top of Enid biting into the wolf's neck. It made her blood boil as she thought of Enid in the same position biting Wednesday's throat affectionately without breaking the skin. 

Yoko bid the couple goodbye being met with a glare from the goth. 

"Willa, are you ok?" Enid asked after the seemingly tense silent walk back to their room. 

"No." Wednesday curtly said as she set her bag down. 

"What's the matter?" Enid asked, pulling her girlfriend close. 

"I feel warm." 

The blonde gave a confused look before lifting a hand to the goth's forehead. "You don't feel warm, just your natural cold. Are you feeling sick?" 

Wednesday let out a low growl. "Only when I think of that stupid vampire." 

Blinking, Enid gave a worried look. "Did Yoko do something to upset you?" 

"She has the audacity to attempt to take what is mine." 

"What are you talking about?" 

Wednesday let out a louder growl. "You're mine, Enid." 

Blue eyes widened. "Oh! You're jealous! I promise you, that whole blood thing happened before I met you." 

Black fingernails started digging into her palms. "Then she had the will to say you're bitter." 

Enid let out a howl of laughter that made Wednesday try to push away from her. Her grip on her girlfriend tightened slightly. "No, baby, no, I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you." She smiled at her glaring girlfriend. "Wolves tend to be a little more bitter especially to vampires." 

Silence fell over the couple. Wednesday processing the information. Enid stared at her mate lovingly while she processed. "I would like to test this taste." 

"What?" 

"I want to taste your blood."

Enid took a step back. "You want to taste my blood? Why, you don't get any benefit from it? Yoko needs it to feed. You just want it." 

A nod from the shorter girl. "Yes. I want it. I want to taste it. I would wear it if you allowed me to do so." 

Enid looked back and forth between brown eyes and unnaturally sharpened human teeth. She sighed while closing her eyes. "Fine. Just a small cut please." 

After given consent, Wednesday kissed along her girlfriend's neck softly purring at the small shiver she received. She scraped her canines against Enid's pulse making the wolf moan and grip Wednesday's sides. The raven smirked as she lightly bit, being mindful of her strength.

"Fuck." Enid moaned again. She didn't expect to get aroused from her girlfriend drinking her blood. "Wends." 

The dark haired girl let go before kissing up to the pale jawline. She made her way to the wolf's ear and whispered. "I want to show everyone you're mine, cara mia." She gave a light bite to the ear before crashing her lips onto the wolf's. 

Removing them and kissing down to her neck once more, Wednesday gave a strong bite that was met with blood flowing into her mouth. She moaned at the metallic taste with a hint of sugar and felt a claw dig itself into her shoulder. She smiled as she took more than just a taste. 

Once she had her fill, she licked the wound and gave it a kiss before making her way back. "You tasted awful like cotton candy." She stroked the wolf's cheek. "It's an honor." 

"Willa, please." 

"Cara Mia, what's wrong?" 

"Please, touch me, I need you." The wolf pulled her until their lips mashed together again. 

A cold hand quickly unbuttoned the wolf's shirt before kneading the breast she quickly found. Seemingly the raven didn't move fast enough as the wolf shoved her own hand into her skirt letting out moans as the goth sucked on the bite once more. With her other hand free, Wednesday started teasing the other breast. A hand had found its way to dark hair pulling her face closer as the moans turned into howls of pleasure. 

Feeling Enid tense, Wednesday slowed her hands and her sucking turned into light kisses. She gave one last kiss to the bite before moving to kiss her beloved one more time.

As her wolf looked at her, she began to feel the blood on her face. The blood that had been placed on her cheeks had begun drying feeling hard. 

Wednesday stroked the pale jawline. "Enid?" 

Calling her out of her bliss, blue met brown. "Yeah?" 

"I love you, mia loba." 

Enid let out a satisfied hum. "I love you." As her eyes drifted down to Wednesday's mouth, she began to pale. 

"Are you ok?" The metallic taste in her mouth began to become noticeable. 

"Cara mia?" 

"We-" the wolf couldn't even finish calling out before she vomited landing on both of them.

The raven froze before lightly rubbing the wolf's shoulder as she dry heaves. 

As they showered together, the wolf had gained her color back seeing the blood being washed away. The raven happily assisted in washing the blonde hair. 

"So how did I taste?" 

"You tasted awfully sweet, cara mia." Wednesday said scratching the scalp. "But I'd be a fool to not beg for your taste." 

"Please don't drink my blood on a daily basis. You're probably going to be sick from this one time." 

"An illness brought from you is worth the sweetness in your veins." 

"Wends." Enid said, rolling her eyes before letting out a pleased moan at the light scratches behind her ear. 

The next day, Enid left a small vial on the raven's desk. Thing had helped her collect a small amount of blood to craft into a necklace. Wednesday never took it off.

#wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair