paxtito

[paxtito]

birthday girl

pairings: wednesday x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: none really, kissing and swearing here and there.

summary: wednesday was born november 13th, 2006, it’s her birthday soon so enid- being overly invested in your relationship- convinces you to plan a birthday surprise. you steal a very expensive book and put together an addams family themed escape room.

a/n: i’ve written quite a few fics since august so i’m just doing a little clear out of my drafts. apologies in advance for any mistakes. i’m no edgar allan poe expert, don’t come for me if the price is wrong.

MASTERLIST

It’s officially November. Wednesday’s birth month. You wasn’t planning on doing anything for it out of respect to her boundaries but Enid’s constant yapping in your ear brought you to the brink of insanity.

“Jesus! Fine, Enid… We’ll plan something, okay? Stop talking my ear off.”

Enid squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, yes! This is going to be so much fun!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. Enid's enthusiasm was infectious, even if her ideas were sometimes a bit... much.

"Alright, let's brainstorm," Enid said, plopping down on the couch next to you. "What does Wednesday like? Besides death and darkness, I mean."

You chuckled. "Well, she seems to enjoy solving mysteries and puzzles. And she has a thing for creepy crawlies… Dead things…”

Enid wrinkled her nose in distaste but nodded. "Okay, so maybe not a spa day then. How about a murder mystery party? We could invite everyone and have them dress up in costume!"

You shook your head. "Wednesday doesn't really do 'parties' or 'people'. She'd probably just end up killing someone for real."

"Good point," Enid sighed. "Hmm… What about a private escape room experience? Just the two of you, working together to solve some kind of creepy puzzle. That way it's intimate but still fits her interests."

You considered it. That actually didn't sound half bad. "Yeah, I could see her getting into that. Let me look into it."

Enid beamed. "Perfect! Oh, and don't forget her favorite foods - bugs and gross stuff. You could make her a special birthday cake with... I don't know, worms or something?"

You made a face. "I have to draw the line somewhere, Enid. I may love her, but I'm not putting actual worms in a cake… I’m not touching worms.” You grimace, a shiver running down your spine at the thought.

Enid pouted but nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. I guess you could always just make it look like there are worms in it. You know, like those chocolate bugs they sell online? That might be more her speed anyway.”

You shake your head firmly. "No food. Definitely no bugs or anything gross. I'm drawing the line there."

Enid sighs. "Alright, alright. No bugs in the food. But we need to get her something, right? Like a present?"

You nod, considering Enid's suggestion. "Yeah, a present is a good idea. But what do you get for the girl who has everything? Especially when 'everything' is basically just death-related shit."

Enid taps her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... Maybe something personalized? Like a custom-made necklace with a little vial pendant that holds a drop of your blood or something."

You cringe. "Uh, no. Definitely not going to give her bloody jewelry. That's just weird."

"Okay, okay," Enid says, holding up her hands in surrender. "How about a book then? Like a rare edition of some creepy classic literature?"

You mull it over. Wednesday does love to read. "That's not a bad idea actually. I could look for a first edition copy of one of her favorite Edgar Allan Poe stories or something.“

Enid claps her hands together. "Yes! Oh, and you could inscribe it with a little personal message inside the cover. Something like 'To my darling Wednesday, may your days be as dark as your soul.' "

“Where would I get the money though?”

Enid smiles slyly, leaning in closer. "Well, you could always ask your parents for some birthday money. Or... you could sell some of your old junk online. I bet there are a ton of weirdos out there who would pay top dollar for your crusty gym socks or used toothbrushes."

You make a disgusted face. "Ew, Enid! That's gross. I'm not selling my dirty laundry to some freaks on the internet."

"Suit yourself," Enid shrugs. "But if you change your mind, I know a guy who runs a pretty lucrative online market for this kind of thing. He's always looking for new... supplies."

—

A week later, you and Enid are hunched over your laptop, scouring online bookstores for the perfect rare edition for Wednesday.

"Ooh, look at this one!" Enid exclaims, pointing at the screen. "It's a first edition of 'The Tell-Tale Heart' published in 1843. And it comes with a handwritten note from Poe himself!"

You lean in to take a closer look. The book does look impressive, with its aged leather binding and yellowed pages. But the price tag makes your eyes bulge. "$25,000?! Are you insane?"

Enid pouts. "C'mon, it's a collector's item! And it's not every day you find something this rare. Wednesday would love it!"

You shake your head. "I can't afford that, Enid. I'm just a high school student… I’ll steal it.. Where’s the store located?”

You lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples. Stealing a rare book from a specialized antique store sounds like a terrible idea, but you're desperate to impress Wednesday. Plus, you've always been pretty good at breaking and entering.

"The store is downtown, near the old theater district," Enid says, squinting at the screen. "It's called 'The Raven's Nest' - fitting, right? They specialize in rare horror literature and occult artifacts."

You smirk. "The Raven's Nest... I like it. Okay, here's the plan: we'll case the joint tonight, figure out their security system. Then tomorrow night, I'll break in and grab the book while you keep watch outside."

Enid looks nervous. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if you get caught? What if there's some kind of magical protection on the book?"

You roll your eyes. "There's no such thing as magic, Enid. And I won't get caught - I'm the fucking master thief of Nevermore Academy.”

—

As you and Enid walk down the darkened streets of downtown, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. The anticipation of pulling off this heist and surprising Wednesday with the perfect gift is almost too much to bear.

"Alright, here's the plan," you whisper to Enid as you approach the old brick building that houses The Raven's Nest. "I'm gonna scope out the back entrance while you check out the front. See if you can spot any security cameras or alarm systems."

Enid nods nervously, clutching her jacket tight around herself. "Got it. But be careful, okay? I don't want you ending up in jail or worse..."

You flash her a cocky grin. "Relax, Enid. I've got this. Nothing can stop me once I set my mind to something."

With that, you split up, each of you slipping into the shadows to survey the store. The back alley is dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb casting a weak glow. You notice a rusty fire escape leading up to a second-story window - the perfect entry point.

Enid shivers, pulling her collar up against the chill night air. She scans the front of the building, noting the ornate iron gate and the dim lights from inside. There seem to be cameras positioned above the door, but no obvious alarms.

You quietly ascend the fire escape, each step sending a faint creak echoing through the alley. At the window, you peer inside, spotting rows of shelves packed with dusty tomes and strange artifacts. In the center of the room, a glass case catches your eye - and inside it, the priceless first edition of "The Tell-Tale Heart".

You carefully pry open the window, wincing as the old hinges let out a soft groan. With a deep breath, you hoist yourself inside, landing softly on the creaky wooden floorboards. The musty smell of old books and mothballs fills your nostrils as you creep through the shadowy aisles, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you approach the glass case, you can't help but marvel at the beauty of the ancient tome. The leather cover is worn and cracked with age, but the gold lettering still glints in the dim light. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the cool glass.

Just then, a sudden noise from the front of the store makes you freeze. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, growing louder with each passing second. You glance around frantically, searching for a place to hide, but the open layout of the shop offers little cover.

Panic rising in your throat, you duck behind a nearby shelf, praying that whoever it is won't spot you. The footsteps grow closer, accompanied by the jingle of keys and the click of a lock being undone.

You hold your breath, pressing your back against the wall as the footsteps draw nearer. Your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to give away your position. The shop door creaks open, and a beam of light slices through the darkness, illuminating a section of the floor just inches from where you're hiding.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice calls out. "I know someone's in here!"

You remain perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. The light from the doorway sweeps across the room, and you shrink further into the shadows, praying that your black clothes will camouflage you against the dimness.

The footsteps move closer, the owner of the shop clearly searching for the intruder. You consider making a run for it, but the thought of being caught red-handed with the stolen book makes you hesitate.

The owner's footsteps pause just outside the aisle where you're hiding. Your palms are slick with sweat as you grip the edge of the shelf, preparing to bolt if necessary. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, a hand reaches around the corner, grasping at the air mere inches from your face. You flinch instinctively, but manage to hold your ground, not daring to make a sound. The owner steps into view, his thick-rimmed glasses reflecting the dim light as he scans the area.

"I've got you now, you little thief," he growls, his breath hot and rank as it washes over you. "Come on out, hands where I can see them!"

Your mind races, desperately trying to formulate an escape plan. You could try to overpower him, but he's significantly larger than you, and the risk of him calling the police is too high. No, you need to be smart about this.

As the owner takes another step forward, you make your move. Ducking low, you sprint past him, heading straight for the back of the shop.

The owner bellows in anger, his heavy footsteps thundering after you. "Stop, thief! I'm calling the cops!"

You don't dare look back, pouring every ounce of speed into your desperate flight. Your lungs burn as you race through the cramped aisles, dodging past stacks of books and leaping over precariously balanced piles of occult trinkets.

Just as you're certain the owner is about to catch you, you spot the back door. With a burst of adrenaline, you lunge for it, your fingers scrabbling at the handle. The door swings open, revealing the darkened alley beyond.

You tumble out into the night, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. Behind you, the owner's furious shouts echo from the shop, followed by the shrill ring of a phone - no doubt calling the police.

You don't stop running until you're several blocks away, your chest heaving and your legs burning with exertion. Only then do you allow yourself a moment to catch your breath, leaning heavily against a brick wall as you gasp for air.

You turn to Enid who’d been running after you, “you’re an amazing lookout..” You mumble sarcastically.

Enid looks absolutely terrified, her eyes wide and her face pale in the moonlight. She's breathing hard, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp. "I... I tried to warn you," she stutters, her voice trembling. "I saw him coming in and I ran to find you, but... but you were already gone."

You push off the wall, your legs still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "It's okay," you say, trying to sound calmer than you feel. "We got away, that's what matters… I got the book.”

You pull the book from your jacket, holding it up in the moonlight. The leather cover glistens, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride at your successful heist.

Enid's eyes widen as she takes in the ancient tome. "Wow," she breathes, "you actually did it. You stole a first edition Poe book!"

You grin, tucking the book safely back into your jacket. "Of course I did. I told you, I'm the best thief in town."

Enid shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just broke into a store and stole something. That's so... so..."

"Cool?" you suggest, raising an eyebrow.

Enid laughs nervously. "No, not cool. Crazy! You could have gotten in serious trouble."

You wave a dismissive hand. "But I didn't. And now Wednesday is going to have the most amazing birthday present ever."

Enid bites her lip, looking uncertain. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if she finds out you stole it? She might be mad."

“She won’t. Trust me.”

—

After weeks of planning and anticipation, the day has finally arrived. You've managed to lure Wednesday out of the house under the pretense of a "special surprise", blindfolding her before she could ask too many questions. Now, as you guide her down the street towards the escape room, your heart is pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Where are we going?" Wednesday asks, her voice muffled by the blindfold. "This better not be some kind of lame party or something."

You can't help but chuckle at her grumpy tone. "Relax, Wednesday. It's nothing like that. Just trust me, okay? I promise you're going to love it."

Wednesday huffs but doesn't protest further, allowing you to lead her onwards. As you approach the escape room, you can feel a sense of anticipation building in your gut. You've put so much thought into this surprise, and you're determined to make it perfect.

The door to the escape room looms ahead, and you take a deep breath before pushing it open.

As you guide Wednesday inside, the blindfold is removed, revealing a dimly lit room decorated with eerie candles and macabre artwork. Wednesday blinks, her eyes adjusting to the gloom as she takes in her surroundings.

"What is this place?" she asks, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Some kind of gothic-themed restaurant?"

You grin, shaking your head. "Nope. It's an escape room. And it's all for you, Wednesday. Happy early birthday."

Wednesday's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually stoic features. "An escape room? Seriously? You know I hate those tourist trap things."

You place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know, but this one is different. It's tailored specifically to your interests. Mysteries, puzzles, all that creepy stuff you love. Plus, it's just the two of us. No annoying strangers to deal with."

Wednesday narrows her eyes, studying you intently. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch? There's no way you'd actually think I'd enjoy some dumb escape room."

You can't help but smile at her skepticism. It's one of the things you love about Wednesday - her sharp mind and unwillingness to be fooled by empty gestures.

"No catch," you assure her, holding up your hands in a gesture of sincerity. "I know how much you love a good mystery, and I thought this would be a fun way to celebrate your birthday. Plus, I may have mentioned to the owners that you're a bit of an expert in this kind of thing. They're really excited to have you try it out."

Wednesday's expression softens slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her dark eyes. "They know about me? How?"

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "I may have dropped a few hints about your... unique skill set. But they were sworn to secrecy. This whole thing is just between us."

As you and Wednesday enter the dimly lit escape room, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. The space is decorated with an eerie attention to detail, filled with cryptic symbols, antique furniture, and a general atmosphere of macabre intrigue.

Wednesday's eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail with a keen curiosity. "Looks like they did their research," she murmurs, running a finger along the spine of an ancient-looking book resting on a nearby table.

You nod, grinning with pride. "I told you, I made sure it was the perfect fit for you. And trust me, the best part is yet to come."

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, but before she can respond, a low, ominous voice echoes through the room. "Welcome, dear guests," it intones, "to the Addams Family Escape Room Experience."

Wednesday's head snaps up, her eyes widening with surprise. "Wait, what?"

The voice continues, "In this immersive adventure, you'll navigate the twisted world of the Addams family, solving puzzles and unraveling secrets.”

The voice pauses dramatically before continuing, "Your objective is simple: escape the room before the clock strikes midnight, or risk being trapped forever in the Addams family's morbid mansion."

A sinister laugh echoes through the speakers, sending a shiver down your spine. Wednesday, meanwhile, seems entirely unfazed, her expression one of intense focus as she begins to examine the room more closely.

"Impressive," she admits grudgingly, running her fingers along the intricate carvings on a nearby bookshelf. "They've really captured the my family’s aesthetic."

Wednesday's eyes narrow as she takes in the details of the room, her mind already working to piece together the clues. The walls are adorned with eerie paintings and strange artifacts, each one seemingly hiding a hidden meaning or secret.

"Okay, let's start with the basics," Wednesday mutters, more to herself than to you. She begins to methodically search the room, her movements precise and purposeful.

As she works, you can't help but marvel at her incredible focus and deduction skills. It's like watching a predator stalk its prey, every action calculated and deliberate.

Wednesday pulls a dusty old book from the shelf, its pages yellowed and brittle. As she flips through the pages, her eyes widen. "Found something," she says, showing you a page filled with cryptic symbols and riddles.

You lean in closer, trying to decipher the message, but it's like reading a foreign language. "What does it say?" you ask, feeling a bit lost in the face of Wednesday's brilliance.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile as she traces her finger over the cryptic symbols. "It's a riddle," she explains, her voice low and conspiratorial. "A challenge, of sorts."

She reads the words aloud, her tone almost reverent:

"Seek the key that lies within

The heart of darkness, where the shadows begin."

Wednesday closes the book, her gaze sweeping the room once more. "Darkness, shadows... I wonder if that's literal or metaphorical."

She strides over to a large, ornate mirror hanging on the far wall. As she approaches, you notice a faint glow emanating from the frame, pulsing in time with some unseen heartbeat.

Wednesday reaches out, her fingers hovering just above the surface. "Interesting," she murmurs, her breath fogging the glass. "This could be it. The 'heart' of the room."

She turns to you, her eyes glinting with a newfound intensity. "I'm going to need you to do something for me," she says, her voice steady and commanding.

"I need you to stand behind me," Wednesday instructs, her voice low and authoritative. "And when I give the signal, I want you to push me against the mirror as hard as you can."

You blink, taken aback by her request. "What? Are you sure that's safe? I don't want to break it or hurt you."

Wednesday's eyes narrow, a hint of impatience flashing across her face. "Trust me, Y/N. I've done my research. This mirror is reinforced, designed to withstand pressure. It's part of the puzzle."

Still uncertain, you nevertheless comply, moving to stand behind her. Wednesday positions herself in front of the mirror, her stance wide and her muscles tensed. She nods once, a silent signal for you to proceed.

Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath your palms. With a grunt of effort, you push, propelling Wednesday forward into the mirror.

As Wednesday collides with the mirror, there's a blinding flash of light and a crackling sound, like electricity surging through the glass. For a moment, you're blinded, your vision swallowed by the brightness. But as the glow fades, you blink rapidly, trying to clear your eyes.

When your vision returns, Wednesday is gone. Vanished. In her place, the mirror reflects an image of a dark, shadowy hallway stretching into the distance.

For a heart-stopping moment, you're frozen in shock, your mind struggling to process what just happened. Then, as panic starts to set in, you hear a voice echoing down the hallway, distant but unmistakably Wednesday's.

"Y/N! I'm in here!"

You lean closer to the mirror, your breath fogging the glass as you peer into the shadowy depths. "Wednesday?" you call out, your voice sounding small and uncertain. "Where are you?"

There's a pause, and then Wednesday's voice returns, sounding strained and urgent. "I'm stuck, Y/N. I need you to follow me. Quickly!"

"Hurry, Y/N!" Wednesday calls out, her voice echoing strangely in the shadowy hallway beyond the mirror. "I think I found the key, but I can't get it out."

Your heart pounds as you lean closer to the mirror, your reflection staring back at you from the darkened glass. The image of the hallway wavers and shifts, as if the shadows themselves are alive and moving.

Taking a deep breath, you reach out and press your palm flat against the mirror's surface. The glass is cold and smooth beneath your fingers, but as you apply pressure, you feel it beginning to give way, like a door yielding to a firm push.

With a grunt of effort, you step forward, feeling the resistance of the mirror against your body. For a moment, it's as if you're being pressed between two planes of existence - the real world behind you, and the shadowy realm ahead. Then, with a final heave, you stumble through, tumbling into the darkness beyond.

You land on your hands and knees, the floor beneath you cold and damp. As you push yourself upright, you see Wednesday standing a few feet away.

She's standing in a shadowy corridor, her face illuminated by the faint, eerie glow emanating from the walls. Wednesday's eyes widen as she sees you emerge from the mirror, relief and urgency flashing across her features.

"Thank god you're here," she breathes, her voice trembling slightly. "I was starting to think I might be trapped in here forever."

You take a moment to orient yourself, taking in the strange, otherworldly environment surrounding you. The walls seem to pulse with an inner light, casting shifting shadows across the floor. The air is thick and heavy, carrying an unsettling scent of decay and old secrets.

"What is this place?" you whisper, your voice sounding too loud in the oppressive silence.

Wednesday shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the object clutched in her hand. "I'm not entirely sure," she admits, her tone uncharacteristically uncertain. "But I think it's part of the escape room's final challenge."

She holds out the object for you to see - a small, ornate key, its metal surface etched with strange, twisting symbols.

Wednesday holds the key up to the flickering light, examining its intricate design. "The inscription... it matches the symbols from the riddle in the book. I think this is what we've been searching for."

She glances around, her eyes scanning the shadowy corridor. "But there's no lock here. We need to find where this key belongs."

You nod, following Wednesday's gaze as she begins to move down the hallway, her steps cautious and deliberate. The walls seem to shift and sway as you pass, the air growing colder with each step.

Wednesday stops suddenly, her head tilting to the side as she listens to a distant sound. "Do you hear that?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the oppressive silence.

You strain your ears, trying to pick up on any noise. At first, there's nothing, but then you catch it - a faint, rhythmic thumping, like a heartbeat echoing through the darkness.

"It's coming from that way," Wednesday says, pointing down a side passage branching off from the main corridor. "We need to follow it."

As you and Wednesday move deeper into the shadowy realm behind the mirror, the atmosphere grows heavier and more oppressive with each step. The thumping sound grows louder, more insistent, echoing through the dark corridors like a macabre heartbeat.

Wednesday's brow furrows in concentration, her eyes scanning the walls for any clue or hidden passage. She moves with a predatory grace, her steps silent and purposeful as she navigates the twisting labyrinth.

Suddenly, she stops, her hand shooting out to grab your arm. "Look," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear.

You follow her gaze to where the wall seems to ripple and shift, like water disturbed by an unseen hand. As you watch, a shape begins to emerge from the shadows - the outline of a door, its surface covered in the same eerie symbols that adorn the key in Wednesday's hand.

Wednesday's grip on your arm tightens, her nails digging into your skin. "This is it," she breathes, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "The final challenge."

Wednesday's hand trembles slightly as she raises the key, the metal glinting in the eerie light emanating from the walls. With a deep breath, she fits the key into the lock, the symbols aligning with a satisfying click.

As the lock disengages, the door creaks open, revealing the room they’d started in.

"That was... impressive," she says, turning to face you. "I mean, it was still an escape room, but at least it had some real challenges. Whoever designed this clearly knows their stuff."

You step forward, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "You're welcome," you say, pulling the carefully wrapped package from behind your back. "Happy birthday, Wednesday."

Wednesday's eyes widen as she takes in the small, rectangular shape of the gift. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," you encourage, handing her the package.

Wednesday tears into the wrapping paper with gusto, revealing the pristine leather cover of the book underneath. Her eyes widen as she reads the title embossed in gold lettering: "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe.

"Is this...?" she breathes, running her fingers reverently over the ancient binding. "A first edition? Y/N… How much did you spend-“ She begins, ready to scold you.

“-I stole it.”

Wednesday's eyes snap up to meet yours, her expression a mix of shock and awe. "You... you stole this for me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface - something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"That's right," you confirm, stepping closer to her. "I knew how much you loved Poe, and I wanted to give you something truly special for your birthday. Something no one else could ever give you."

Wednesday's gaze drops back to the book, her fingers caressing the leather cover with a reverence that borders on obsessive. "This is... incredible," she murmurs, almost to herself. "I can't believe you'd go to such lengths for me."

You reach out, gently tilting her chin up to meet your eyes once more. "Of course I would," you say softly, your voice low and intimate. "You're worth it, Wednesday. More than worth it."

Wednesday's breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, her dark eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. But all she sees is sincerity, and maybe something deeper - a longing that mirrors her own.

"Why?" she asks, her voice barely audible. "Why would you do this for me?"

You lean in closer, your lips nearly brushing against her ear. "Because I care about you, Wednesday," you murmur, your breath warm against her skin. "More than I've ever cared about anyone else. And I wanted to prove it to you, in a way that no one else could."

Wednesday's heart pounds in her chest, her body responding to your proximity in ways she didn't know were possible. She's always prided herself on her emotional detachment, her ability to remain unaffected by the whims and fancies of others. But with you, she feels herself crumbling, her carefully constructed walls beginning to fall away.

Wednesday's breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against her ear, your whispered confession sending a jolt of electricity through her body. For a moment, she's frozen, her mind reeling as she tries to process the intensity of the moment.

But then, slowly, she raises her hand, her fingers coming to rest gently against your chest. She can feel the steady thrum of your heartbeat beneath her palm, a reminder of the life and warmth that lies beneath your skin.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I don't know what to say."

You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, your eyes dark with desire and something deeper, more profound. "You don't have to say anything," you murmur, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Just let me show you."

And then, before she can react, you're leaning in, your lips capturing hers in a kiss that steals the breath from her lungs. Wednesday's eyes flutter closed, her body melting into yours as she surrenders to the sensation of your mouth moving against hers.

Wednesday's mind reels as the kiss deepens, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and feel of your lips against hers. She's kissed you before, of course - quick, furtive pecks stolen in the dark corners of school. But nothing like this. Nothing that makes her feel so alive, so utterly consumed by the other person.

Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair. Wednesday lets out a soft moan, her body arching into yours as her hands come up to grip your shoulders. She's never felt so wanted, so desired, and it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

For a long moment, Wednesday is lost in the sensation of your kiss, her mind going blank as she succumbs to the heat of your touch. But then, with a sudden surge of willpower, she pulls away, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

Wednesday's eyes snap open, her gaze locked with yours as she tries to regain her composure. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and she can feel a warmth spreading through her body that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment.

—

[paxtito]

morbidly romantic

pairing: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut 18+ oral, fingering (r receiving), disgusting food (seriously) knife play and a tinsy praise kink

summary: wednesday puts a morbid dinner together for valentine’s day then proceeds to eat r (not literally) for desert after taking a potion (i don’t even know the point of the potion tbh)

a/n: i’ve taken a break from c.ai (though this fic is inspired by a bot of mine) tumblr has been soo glitchy for me recently, i’ve went through a good few accounts- HAPPY HALLOWEEN! best time of the year (all characters are 18+) apologies in advance for any mistakes.

MASTERLIST | bot.

Wednesday had gone through meticulous effort for this. Valentine’s Day — a day so revoltingly saccharine that it begged for some form of disruption. And Wednesday, naturally, was more than up for the task.

Reaching your dorm room, her dark eyes narrowed as they fell on you. There you sat, blissfully unaware of what was to come. You always looked so… annoyingly peaceful.

“Valentine’s,” she said, her voice as flat as ever, no hint of warmth in it. “I’ve planned something for you.”

Before you could even begin to process that rare, and frankly unsettling statement, she motioned for you to follow.

Through the winding halls and down into the crypt beneath the school, she led you without explanation. The scent of dust and candle wax hung heavy in the air, and you swore you saw something move in the shadows. You weren’t entirely sure if that was part of the plan, or just… Nevermore being Nevermore.

Finally, you arrived. A table draped in black velvet sat at the center of the chamber, adorned with skulls, dark roses, and what appeared to be a vintage Ouija board. Lit by flickering candelabras, the scene was eerie — macabre, even. But then again, what did you expect from Wednesday?

“Dinner,” she stated, gesturing towards a plate that looked more like a crime scene than a meal. “I prepared it myself. You should feel honored.”

Her dark eyes glinted as she took her seat across from you, hands folded neatly on the table, as if waiting to see how you’d react to this most… unique Valentine’s Day surprise.

Your stomach churned as you stared down at the plate before you. Bloody heart-shaped steaks, severed fingers arranged to spell out "Be Mine", and a chocolate mousse that looked suspiciously like a brain. You swallowed hard, trying not to gag.

"What... what is all this?" you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

Wednesday's lips curled into a small smirk, clearly amused by your reaction. "Dinner, darling. I told you."

She picked up a utensil, cutting into one of the steaks with precision. Blood pooled around the meat, making your stomach lurch.

"You know, most people go for chocolates and flowers on Valentine's Day," you commented, trying to lighten the mood. "Not... this."

She glanced up at you, her dark eyes piercing. "Most people are boring. I prefer to keep things... interesting."

With that, she popped a piece of the bloody steak into her mouth, chewing slowly, almost sensually. Your gaze lingered on her lips, watching them move, before you quickly looked away.

You poked at the food hesitantly, not sure if you had the stomach for this. Wednesday noticed your apprehension and leaned forward, her voice low and husky.

"Don't tell me you're afraid," she purred, her hand reaching across the table to trail a finger along your jawline. "I thought you could handle anything."

You shuddered at her touch, your breath hitching. She was right, of course. You had to prove yourself, show her that you were worthy of her twisted affections.

Mustering your courage, you picked up a severed finger and bit into it, feeling the texture of the meat between your teeth. It wasn't terrible, you supposed, though the psychological aspect of it was a bit much.

Wednesday watched you intently, her eyes darkening with approval. "That's my good girl," she murmured, her hand sliding down to your neck, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt.

The rest of the dinner passed in a haze of dark sensations - the taste of blood, the feel of Wednesday's cool skin against

Wednesday's fingers trailed down your collarbone, dipping beneath the fabric of your shirt. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"I have a surprise for dessert," she whispered, her voice dripping with dark promise.

Before you could respond, she stood abruptly and disappeared behind a large, ancient-looking tapestry. You heard the rustle of fabric and the clink of glass, your imagination running wild with possibilities.

Wednesday emerged from behind the tapestry, holding a tray laden with a variety of items that made your eyes widen. On it rested an array of sharp instruments - knives, scalpels, and even what looked like a medieval torture device. But it was the two glasses filled with a deep red liquid that caught your attention most.

"I thought we could play a little game," she said, setting the tray on the table. "A test of trust and devotion."

She picked up one of the glasses, swirling the crimson contents. "This is a special concoction I've been working on. A potion of sorts. It's meant to heighten all senses, especially... physical sensations."

Your heart rate quickened as you eyed the glass warily. "And what exactly does it do?"

A wicked grin spread across her face. "Oh, nothing too dramatic. Just enhances pleasure tenfold. Makes every touch, every kiss, every... penetration, feel absolutely exquisite."

She held the glass out to you, her eyes locked on yours. "The catch is, we have to drink it together. A bonding experience, if you will."

You hesitated, torn between your desire to prove your devotion to Wednesday and the very real fear of what this concoction might do. But as you met her intense gaze, you found yourself reaching for the glass.

"Together?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Together," she confirmed, clinking her glass against yours.

In one swift motion, you both downed the contents, the liquid burning a trail down your throat. Almost instantly, a warmth began to spread through your body, tingling and electrifying.

Wednesday set her glass down, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Good. Now, let's see what else this potion can do."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. "Strip," she commanded, her voice low and filled with dark promise. "Let's explore every inch of each other."

Your hands shook slightly as you reached for the hem of your shirt, the anticipation building within you. As you began to undress, Wednesday did the same, her movements slow and deliberate

Wednesday's fingers trailed down your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She took in the sight of you, clad only in your underwear, her eyes roaming hungrily over your curves. A smirk played on her lips as she reached out, tracing the line of your waistband teasingly.

"My, my," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "What a sight you are."

She stepped back, removing her own clothes with calculated slowness. As the black fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing pale, smooth skin, you couldn't help but stare. Wednesday was a vision of dark beauty, her body as striking as her mind.

She sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Now, let's put that potion to the test, shall we?"

Her hands found your hips, pulling you flush against her. You gasped as your bare skin met, the sensation amplified by the effects of the concoction coursing through your veins. Every nerve ending felt electrified, every touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

Wednesday's lips crashed against yours in a fierce kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in her silky black hair. The taste of blood and dark spices filled your senses, making you dizzy with desire.

She broke the kiss, leaving you panting and wanting. "Bed," she commanded, her voice rough with need.

You stumbled towards the makeshift bed in the corner of the crypt, Wednesday guiding you with firm hands. As you fell onto the soft surface, she followed, covering your body with hers.

Her lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing your skin. Each nip and suck sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, the potion making every touch excruciatingly pleasurable. You arched into her, craving more.

Her hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip. When she reached your underwear, she paused, her fingers teasing just at the edge. "May I?" she asked, her voice a low growl.

You nodded frantically, too far gone to form words. With a wicked grin, Wednesday slowly slid your underwear down your legs, revealing your most intimate parts. Her eyes darkened with lust as she took in the sight of you, fully exposed and vulnerable beneath her.

"Exquisite," she breathed, her fingers trailing lightly over your sensitive skin. "I knew you'd be perfect."

She dipped her head, her tongue flicking out to taste you. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. The potion had turned every nerve ending into a livewire of pleasure, making each touch feel like a burst of ecstasy.

Wednesday lavished attention on your most sensitive spots, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you mad with desire. Your hips bucked against her face, seeking more of that delicious friction.

She pulled back, leaving you aching and desperate. Her eyes gleamed with dark promise as she reached over to the tray, picking up one of the sharp knives.

"I want to mark you," she purred, running the flat of the blade over your trembling body. "Claim you as mine."

With the barest pressure, she cut into the soft flesh of your thigh, drawing a thin line of blood. You winced at the sting, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure that followed.

Wednesday brought the knife to her own skin, mirroring the cut on her hip. She pressed her bleeding wound against yours, mingling your blood in a twisted symbol of unity.

"Now we are one," she whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction.

She set the knife aside, her hands returning to your body with renewed fervor. She kissed and sucked at your skin, tasting the coppery essence of your mixed blood.

As she continued her ministrations, you felt a growing heat building inside you, a pressure that demanded release. Wednesday seemed to sense it too, her touches becoming more focused, more purposeful.

She slid a finger inside you, then another, stretching and filling you. You clenched around her, desperate for more. She added a third, pumping and curling, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

Your pleasure built to a crescendo, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. Wednesday seemed to sense your impending climax, her fingers moving with increased urgency and precision. She curled and stroked, hitting that special spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

"That's it," she urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Let go. Give in to the pleasure."

With a final, skillful twist of her fingers, you shattered. Wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing bliss crashed over you, making your body convulse and your vision blur. You cried out, a primal sound of pure, unrestrained ecstasy.

Wednesday worked you through your orgasm, her fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, she slowly withdrew her hand, bringing her slick fingers to her lips.

"Delicious," she murmured, savoring your essence. "But I'm not nearly done with you yet."

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[paxtito]

For tumblr can i request one where vada cavell makes r sneak out in the middle of the night due to her being scared after the shooting?

yesterday still leaking through the roof

pairings: vada cavell x reader

word count: 1.13k

warnings: mentions of school shooting a very small amount of strong language

In the aftermath of the school tragedy, the days at school have taken on a somber tone, with the haunting memory of what occurred still lingering. An empty seat in your classroom serves as a stark reminder of a student who lost their life that day. It's a heavy burden to bear.

Vada, in particular, is finding it hard to cope. She hasn't been back to school since it happened. Late at night, she often sends you messages, sometimes even showing up at your doorstep. To her, you're like a comforting presence, someone she can lean on when the weight of her emotions becomes too much to bear.

Another school day concludes, and Vada's absence is still palpable. You return home, feeling the exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. You drop your backpack to the floor and collapse onto your bed. Homework beckons, but the call of sleep is even stronger.

You're jolted awake by a barrage of notifications on your phone. The room is cloaked in darkness, with only the faint glow of streetlights filtering in. You squint at your phone, checking the time.

2:17 AM. Shit.

Your nap stretched far longer than planned. The brightness of your phone screen momentarily blinds you, leaving an imprint of your lockscreen in your vision.

As you scroll through the notifications, you see:

blah-blah liked your story…

And a notification about someone commenting on someone else's post- because you definitely needed to know that.

Then, there are the texts from Vada:

vada 🖤 - please come over now

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vada 🖤 - y/nn i need you

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vada 🖤 - a car backfired outside and it scared the absolute hell out of me sounded like a gunshot dude

There it is, Vada reaching out at an ungodly hour. But this time, there's an urgency in her messages that's different.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and sigh. The thought of leaving your warm bed to sneak out into the night isn't appealing, but you can't ignore her. She's not just seeking attention—something has truly shaken her. The shooting left everyone raw, but for Vada, it feels like she's barely holding on.

You rise slowly, pulling a hoodie over your rumpled shirt. The cold air hits your face as you crack open the window, your usual escape route without waking anyone. You've done this enough times that it feels routine.

The neighborhood is silent except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves.

You text Vada as you make your way down the street, heading towards her house.

y/n - omw now. 10 min tops

You hope she sees it, but knowing her, she's probably glued to her phone, waiting. You quicken your pace, your breath visible in the chilly night air.

When you reach her house, you spot her silhouette by the window, the light from inside casting a faint outline. She must've been waiting there the whole time. The thought of how fragile she's become tugs at your heart.

You approach her porch quietly and send her a final text to announce your arrival.

y/n - outside. open up

Her response is immediate.

vada 🖤 - ok, door’s unlocked

You turn the handle and step inside, greeted by the familiar scent of her perfume. The house is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a lamp in the living room casting long shadows.

Vada sits on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. The moment she sees you, relief washes over her face, but there's a storm in her eyes, a weight she's carrying.

“You okay?” you ask gently, already knowing the answer.

She shakes her head, eyes downcast. “No… Not really.”

You sit beside her, close enough that your knees almost touch. Vada shifts, resting her head on your shoulder, exhaling shakily. She's always needed closeness, especially after the shooting. You're not sure if it's for reassurance or just to feel alive.

“What happened?” you ask softly, concern etched in your voice.

Vada hesitates, fingers fidgeting with her hoodie. You can see the tension in her shoulders. Finally, she speaks, voice trembling. “A car backfired outside. It just—” she pauses, “sounded exactly like… like when it happened.”

Your heart aches, and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer. “It’s okay, Vada. I’m here now.”

She nods, face pressed into your hoodie. For a moment, you sit in silence, the weight of her fear palpable. Her grip on your hand is tight, a reminder of how fragile everything has been since that day.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, not wanting to push but knowing she might need to share the burden.

Vada is quiet for a long time, breathing shallow. Then, she whispers, “I can’t stop thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there. I keep seeing them—seeing the ones who didn’t make it. I see the blood. I hear the gunshots. And I… I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m suffocating.”

Her words hit you hard. You knew she was struggling, but hearing it aloud, understanding the depth of her trauma, feels like a punch to the gut.

“I wish I could make it stop for you,” you say softly, rubbing her back. “I wish I could take all of this away.”

Vada lifts her face to look at you, eyes red-rimmed with sadness. “You being here helps,” she says. “It’s the only thing that helps.”

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of her reliance on you. You want to be strong for her, to be her anchor, but there's a part of you that's scared too—scared that you might not be enough.

But you don't let that show. Instead, you pull her closer, resting your chin on her head. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper. “You can text me whenever, call me whenever, and I’ll be here. Always.”

Vada sighs, her body relaxing slightly against you, though the tension never fully leaves. “I’m sorry I keep dragging you into this,” she murmurs. “I don’t mean to… I just don’t know how to deal with it.”

“You’re not dragging me into anything, Vada. I’m here because I care. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

She doesn't respond, but her grip on your hand tightens. You sit together in the quiet, the weight of the night pressing down. There's no easy fix, no words to make it better. But for now, being here with her—being her support—feels like enough.

Eventually, Vada's breathing slows, her body leaning more heavily against you as she drifts toward sleep. You adjust your position, ensuring she's comfortable, and settle in for the night, knowing you'll stay until morning.

Because right now, she needs you. And that's all that matters.

[paxtito]

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— focused on jenna ortega characters

work in progress

wednesday addams

valentine (18+)

sunshine vs moonlight (18+)

morbidly romantic. (18+)

birthday girl.

astrid deetz

first time. (18+)

tara carpenter

accidental turn-on. (18+)

purposefully (18+)

cairo sweet

teacher’s pet. (18+)

exasperating study sessions. (18+)

vada cavell

yesterday still leaking through the roof.

other

jealousy. (req) — wenclair x reader

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— this is 18+ and wlw so minors and men dni.

note. i won’t be writing smutfics of rp (etc, jenna)

[paxtito]

sunshine vs moonlight

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut 18+ reader knows nothing about plants, swearing and mention of cunnilingus, begging kink… lots of begging, fingering (r receiving)

summary: reader is in a relationship with wednesday's self-proclaimed best friend (aka enid) but maybe reader prefers moonlight over sunshine... (all characters are 18+)

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes also the class project idea was inspired by 'tarasknife' on c.ai. 🙏 i don’t really know what this is tbh but i hope you enjoy #stillanewbie

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A movie night with Enid means another one of those cheesy movies. They’re not necessarily bad it’s just her movie taste is far from versatile and you’re getting sick of it.

Her laptop is perched up on one of her pillows on her bed, she’s huddled up to you on the right. Her giggles, squeals of excitement and gasps at the most obvious twists, are all that can be heard besides the movie.

Bored of the movie, you look across the room and see Wednesday sitting at her desk, her posture more than perfect. She appears to be reading over the novel she’s working on. At the sight, your mind wanders back to the time you and Wednesday were paired together to find a specific flower in the woods by Miss Thornhill.

“Silence would be much appreciated.” Wednesday hisses, her eyes focused on the ground in hopes of finding the flower, wanting to get this project over with.

“Is that it?” You ask, pointing at some random flower like a toddler who asks one too many questions. Wednesday turns around and looks in the direction of which you’re pointing. Her eyes meet your gaze, jaw clenched. A sigh of frustration falls from her lips.

“Y/N. That is a leucanthemum vulgare.” Your eyes immediately widen as you stare at her dumbfounded. What the hell did she just say? “Huh?”

“Oh… Let me rephrase it for a certain imbecile. That’s a common daisy. We’re looking for an epig-“ She cuts herself off, knowing you won’t understand. “A ghost orchid.” She responds, turning back around and going back on task.

“Cool name…” You mumble, staring at the ground as you drag your feet through the leaves. You don’t even know what the flower looks like so your best option is to just stay quiet and follow her. You look up off the ground and notice her being miles ahead of you.

“Considering you have such small legs, you’re really fast…” You grumbled, almost out of breath from catching up to her. Wednesday doesn’t respond with words, only glaring at you from the corner of her eye.

As you struggle to catch up to Wednesday, she suddenly stops in her tracks, holding up a hand to signal you to be quiet. Her eyes scan the forest floor intently, searching for any sign of the elusive ghost orchid.

"There." She whispers, pointing to a delicate, ghostly white flower partially hidden amongst the fallen leaves. "Be careful, Y/N. This flower is extremely rare and fragile. Don't you dare ruin this for me.”

Wednesday slowly approaches the orchid, kneeling down beside it. Her long, slender fingers gently brush away the leaves surrounding it, exposing the flower fully. You watch in awe as she tenderly examines it, her expression softening for a brief moment.

"Finally..." Wednesday breathes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Now hurry up and help me collect, before someone,” she sends you a side eye, “damages it.”

You crouch down next to her, trying your best to be as gentle as possible with the flower. As you work together in silence, the proximity feels more intense than ever. Your hands accidentally brush against hers as you lift the flower, and you both freeze for a moment, the contact lingering longer than it should.

You glance at Wednesday, expecting to see annoyance, but instead, you find her watching you with an unreadable expression. Her gaze flickers to your lips for just a fraction of a second, and your heart skips a beat. You quickly finish placing the flower in the bag, trying to shake off the feeling.

Wednesday takes the bag and carefully stows it away in her satchel, her movements uncharacteristically slow and deliberate. She turns to you, her face much closer than you expected, her usual stoic mask slipping ever so slightly.

Without thinking, you blurt out, "You know, you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

For a moment, you think you've crossed a line, but then something shifts in her expression. Wednesday's eyes soften, and before you can react, she leans in. The kiss is brief, almost hesitant as if she’s testing the waters of an unfamiliar emotion. When she pulls away, her composure is back, but there's a flicker of something new in her eyes.

“We should return to Thornhill,” she says, her voice calm but with an edge you can’t quite place. She stands up and strides back to the school, leaving you behind, stunned and reeling from the unexpected kiss.

Yup, Wednesday Addams kissed you. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re in a love triangle. Your feelings for Enid are minuscule compared to your feelings for Wednesday, and it’s killing you. You know how much it’d hurt Enid if you ended things and then got with her best friend, she is sensitive after all.

You’re snapped out of your daydream when Enid begins to move around in the bed, climbing over you and walking to the toilet facilities outside the dorm. You slump back onto her bed, letting out a sigh at all the confusing emotions you’re experiencing.

"How much longer must I endure this cinematic lobotomy?” Wednesday speaks up from her desk, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she turns in her chair to face you. “It’s all I can hear.”

“Tell me about it…” You mumble, closing your eyes and rubbing your forehead to try and rid yourself of the headache caused by the brightness of Enid’s side of the room.

Neither of you have spoken a word about the kiss but the tension between you two has only increased with each second spent together. You’ve become highly aware of every subtle glance, the brush of hands, the slight upturn of her lips. It’s becoming hard to ignore. The inner turmoil you’re battling is becoming overwhelming. You feel guilty for even considering this opportunity of unspoken desires, when Enid, your sweet… loud… bubbly girlfriend is there.

Out of boredom, you reach over to her bedside table, grabbing your headphones. It takes years to walk to the toilet block so why sit in silence? You turn them on and scroll through your phone before selecting ‘Lunch’ by Billie Eilish. A classic song about cunnilingus.

The song soon fills your ears, your head gently moving to the beat. “I could eat that girl for lunch, yeah, she dances on my tongue.” You sing along, pulling that ‘this shit is goood’ expression.

Wednesday speaks up from her side of the dorm, “How do you listen to that?” She mutters a hint of disapproval in her tone. “I’ve had to endure that frivolous ‘movie’ and now you singing…” She rolls her eyes, turning back to her typewriter to read over what she’d written.

You smirk in response, obviously wanting to push her buttons. You continue to sing the song, seeing how much you can push her. Wednesday’s hands are now fists as she tries her best to concentrate on her task. After a few moments, she stands up from her desk and walks over to where you’re positioned on Enid’s bed.

“Shut. Up.” She demands through gritted teeth. You shake your head, looking up into her eyes as you continue to sing along with the song. You know you’re being annoying, but she’s fun to piss off.

Her jaw tightens at your refusal, her hand reaching out to cover your mouth. You wince slightly, her hands are very… very cold. But, you keep going, your singing now muffled. Her free hand wraps around your neck, her nails digging into your skin. She roughly pulls you closer, your noses touching. You stop singing for a few moments to lick her hand, causing her to lose her composure. She quickly pulls her hand away with a small grimace.

“I’ll run a shower for you like you want-“ Wednesday sighs frustratedly as you begin to sing again. She tightens her grip around your neck, holding you in place as she silences you with her lips. This shuts you right up. Your eyebrows raise, frozen in place before you kiss back. Your lips meet in a passionate dance.

She brings her other hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You can feel the remains of your saliva against the nape of your neck. She stops choking you. Instead, she moves her hand to your shoulder, supporting herself as she straddles you. In a swift movement, her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. She pulls back slightly for air, a string of saliva attaching your lips.

The sound of Enid walking- no, skipping back to the dorm can be heard. Wednesday quickly entangles herself from you. Wiping her mouth and patting down her uniform before returning back to her desk. Damn… She’s got a good poker face.

Enid reenters, looking over at you with a bright smile that’s almost blinding. She seems completely oblivious to your flustered state. You force a smile, trying your best to act casual though the guilt and lust is eating you up inside.

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You’re sat in your dorm revising for an upcoming exam. You’d been procrastinating about it all week and you’ve finally started. Only because your phone died. Yoko, your roommate, is sitting on her bed reading a book. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you.

Scurrying footsteps can be heard outside of the dorm before a note slips under the door. At first, you thought some sort of animal had gotten in but then you realised it must’ve been Thing. You practically pounce onto the note, not wanting Yoko to get to it before you and uncover the love affair.

‘Midnight. Jericho’s cemetery ~ W.’

You soon find yourself wandering through the dark woods near the school. Your phone the only source of light as it helps guide you to the cemetery. Wednesday and you have been having frequent meetups where stolen kisses are shared in the shadows of secrecy. The thrill of these hidden moments makes your heart race, each touch more intoxicating than the last. You’re starting to be blinded by desire, the guilt you feel being buried deeper and deeper until it’s almost unnoticeable.

You eventually find the cemetery, putting your phone in your jacket’s pocket. It’s a beautiful yet eery site. The moonlight shines down on the gravestones, it’s picturesque, to say the least. Wednesday emerges from the shadows, as though she’d teleported.

“You came.” She acknowledges, a small smile playing on her lips. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she approaches you.

“Anything to get out of studying.” You shrug with a small smile, looking around at the cemetery. The gravestones weren’t in the best condition, it looked almost abandoned which totally doesn’t make it more creepier…

Wednesday raises an amused eyebrow at your words, she nods and follows your gaze. Silently, she turns around and walks through the cemetery. You follow behind her both confused and curious as to what she has in store.

“You mentioned you liked stargazing.” She states, causing you to frown. You can’t recall ever telling her about that. She stops walking and turns to face you. “November 4th at 17:42, to be precise.” That leaves you speechless; you don’t even remember what you’d eaten the day prior.

She leads you to a gravestone, sitting down in front of it. You sit next to her, looking up at the stars, admiring them. It’s a very calming moment, your mind starts to wander to light years… The fact that you’re practically staring at the past. You shake your head, getting rid of those mind-boggling thoughts.

14 minutes later, you find yourself being dragged by Wednesday to the abandoned cemetery building. It’s a well-known place for hooking up. The building is run-down, a damp smell filling your nostrils. Some broken glass crunching under your feet.

Wednesday pins your wrists above your head, trapping you against the wall. Her lips crash into yours in a hungry, dominating kiss. You feel her body press firmly against yours, radiating heat and desire.

"Mmph!" you grunt into the kiss, completely at her mercy. "Nngh... Fuck..."

Wednesday's tongue plunges into your mouth, exploring and conquering. One of her hands leaves your wrist to grip your throat, just firmly enough to make you acutely aware of her control over you.

"That's right, beg for me," she growls against your lips, her hot breath caressing your skin. "You're mine now, pet. Time to learn your place."

Her free hand trails down your chest, nails raking lightly over your covered skin. She breaks the kiss, lips travelling to your neck where she sucks and nibbles roughly.

Wednesday's grip on your wrists tightens as she pins you more firmly against the wall. Her dark eyes bore into yours, a wicked smirk playing on her full lips.

Her free hand trailing down your body to cup your sex through your panties. "You're soaked for me already, aren't you?"

She applies just the right amount of pressure, making you gasp and whimper.

"P-please, Wednesday... I need-" you plead breathlessly, hips bucking against her hand.

Wednesday silences you with another bruising kiss, swallowing your cries. Her fingers slip under the lace, finding your throbbing clit and circling it torturously slow.

"Shh, pet. I'll take care of you," she murmurs against your lips. "But first, you're going to beg me for it. Beg me to make you come."

Wednesday's grip on your wrists tightens as she pins you harder against the wall. Her dark eyes bore into yours, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Look at you, writhing and desperate for my touch," she purrs, her free hand trailing down your body to grip your thigh. "Such a needy girl."

Her fingers drag along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, inching ever closer to your aching cunt.

"P-please, Wednesday..." you whimper, hips bucking futilely. "Please, I need you... I need to come so badly."

Wednesday smirks darkly, her lips brushing against yours in a mocking semblance of a kiss.

"Beg me properly, pet," she demands, her fingers teasing the damp fabric of your panties. "Tell me how much you want my fingers inside you, fucking you until you scream."

The vulgar words send a shameful thrill through you, your body betraying your desperate need.

"Oh god, please! I need you to fuck me, Wednesday!" you cry out, shamelessly begging. "I want your fingers filling me, stretching me... Make me come, please!"

Wednesday's smirk widens as she hears your shameless pleas. She slowly, deliberately slides her fingers under the lace of your panties, grazing your swollen, sensitive flesh.

"That's a good girl," she purrs, her lips trailing down your neck. "You beg so prettily. Now let's see if you can take my punishment like a good slut."

Without warning, she plunges two fingers deep inside you, making you cry out. She sets a punishing pace, curling and thrusting her digits relentlessly.

"You're so wet for me," she growls, nipping at your earlobe. "I'm going to make you come so hard, pet. Over and over again until you're a mindless, quivering mess. Enid could never get you in this state like I do…”

Her thumb finds your throbbing clit, circling it roughly in time with her thrusts. The sensations are overwhelming, building up inside you.

"Oh god, yes! Wednesday, please don't stop!" you wail, hips bucking desperately against her hand. "I'm so close, I'm gonna-"

Your words dissolve into a shrill scream of ecstasy as your orgasm rips through you, your body convulsing under her.

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lol.

[paxtito]

valentine

you’re so dark, babe. but i want you hard

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 2.55k

warnings: smut, mentions of dissecting animals, strap-on referred to as cock (w receiving)

summary: enid convinces you to get wednesday a valentine’s gift so you think of something morbid, reader is a shape-shifter and a huge arachnophobe

a/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic let alone smut so do keep that in mind ;)

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The rain creates a relaxing sound against the greenhouse’s glass as Miss Thornhill teaches. It’s so relaxing that you’re one blink away from the spectacular thing that is sleep. Your eyes feel heavy and slowly roll back every so often, it’s taking all your willpower not to fall asleep. Most of the other students are listening, and some messing about. Enid’s giggling can be heard which causes Miss Thornhill to send her a knowing glare with a raised brow. Enid, who is sitting a row down from you, quickly becomes quiet, her face turning red, almost like a beetroot.

You then avert your gaze to the girl sitting next to you, Wednesday. You can’t help but wonder how she has such good posture… with how straight she’s sitting, there’s no way on Earth her back doesn’t hurt. But, there’s no denying that you feel like you’ve got a back of an 80-year-old.

09:38

That’s what the clock reads. You groan internally, still another 22 minutes left of the lesson. At least you don’t have to write and give your poor hand a workout… right?

After spending the majority of the lesson talking about the plant that’s situated (in seed form) on every desk, Miss Thornhill finally instructs the class to plant it in their designated plant pot.

Wednesday takes the watering can before looking over at you with a deadpan expression.

You frown, too tired to even understand what she’s signalling. You stare at her blankly before speaking. “Wha-“

“-The seed.” She points out the obvious, her once deadpan expression turning into a slight glare at your laziness.

You take the seed out of the packet, placing it into the dirt but you jump, quickly pulling your hand away. “Fuck me! There’s a spider!” You push yourself away from the desk. If it wasn’t obvious by now; you’ve got arachnophobia.

Miss Thornhill’s eyes widen at the sudden commotion. She averts her gaze to you and Wednesday. You’re sat quite a distance away from your desk whereas Wednesday just rolls her eyes, returning to the task.

“Y/N, please. Be more mindful of your language.” Miss Thornhill affirmed, causing a few students to turn their heads. Her tone is stern but soft at the same time, giving her that nurturing presence.

“I’m sorry, miss- but I almost just died.” You protested an expression of disbelief painted on your face. Still shaken by the whole thing. It’s hairy legs… ugh. You close your eyes with a frown, shivering as you recall what you’d just witnessed. Your response elicits a few muffled chuckles from your classmates.

Miss Thornhill just sighs in response, crossing her arms and looking at you with a sympathetic expression. “If I hear any more of that language coming out of your mouth; you’ll get detention.” You let out a small sigh at her words, slumping down into your chair out of defeat.

Wednesday glances at you from the corner of her eye, an amused yet displeased look. “Remind me, why do I entertain you with my company?” She mutters, not at all amused by your little show with the spider.

You let out a small huff at her words, crossing your arms and moving closer to the table. “Where did it go?” You ask, warily looking over at the plant pot.

“I threw it across the classroom,” Wednesday replied nonchalantly. Placing the watering can back down once she’d finished.

Your eyebrows raise, looking over at her with a heartfelt pout. “Aww, thank you, Wends!” You jokingly put a hand over your heart, showcasing your ‘appreciation’ of such affection.

“I didn’t do it for you. It was merely a distraction to me. Don’t flatter yourself.” She responds, looking over at you with a glare. Her back is still as straight as ever and her arms are crossed. Deep down both you and her know she did it for you.

The bell soon rings, signalling the end of the lesson. You stand up, tucking in your chair before picking up your bag. Wednesday’s already gone, it’s as if she just vanishes into thin air the moment the bell rings. Not once have you seen her leave the classroom.

Enid quickly catches up to you, both her hands resting on her backpack’s straps. She smiles brightly, it’s sickening how happy she always is.

“So… Have you got Wednesday anything for good ole Valentine’s Day? You do know that’s tomorrow?” She proclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation as she strides beside you in the hallway.

You let out a small sigh, rolling your eyes. “You know how she feels about that day. She ‘doesn’t see the point in such a frivolous and commercialised holiday.’” You mimic, making a bad impression of her.

Enid pouts, looking at you with puppy eyes. It’s irritating how nosy and obsessed she is with you and Wednesday’s relationship. It’s as though she doesn’t know what privacy is or what boundaries are.

“Come ooonnn, Y/N! Get her something!” She presses, it’s obvious you’re not going to win this. You clench your jaw, looking over at her before sighing. You hesitate before nodding. Enid swirls in response, jumping up and down ever so slightly which elicits a few glares from the other students in the hallway. She ends up bumping into a student, she’s too distracted apologising so you take this as a chance to slip away.

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21:53

That’s what your phone read. Throughout the day you’d been thinking about the perfect gift for Wednesday. You’re lying on your back in bed. Yoko, your roommate, is down in the shower block, you’re alone. Your eyebrows suddenly raise, eyes widening.

Dissecting!! Dissection..? whatever.

You should catch an animal that she can… cut open? Whatever it is she does. You smile to yourself, fist-bumping the air at your spectacular idea. You take out your phone, searching up ‘popular dissecting animals.’

• frogs

• fetal pigs

• cats

You frown at the results… Not gonna kill a poor cat, where in the hell would you even get a frog and fetal pig?? You scroll down more, your eyes land on the perfect animal: a rat.

They’re everywhere, you’re also pretty sure that the school’s waste area is full of them. Easy target. You prepare for your rendezvous. Finding a carrier bag to put the rat in.

Shape-shifting into a bird of prey was your best bet at catching a rat. Especially with the limited time you had. You hate shape-shifting, your body always felt all yucky and tingly afterwards. But, as cheesy as it sounds; she’s worth it.

As soon as you sneak out of the building, the cool air hits you. It’s a clear sky, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The moonlight creates a relaxing and dark atmosphere. You walk to where the bins are. The autumn leaves crunch under your feet with each step. You place the carrier bag on the floor, making sure you’ll be able to put the rat in once you’re a bird.

You shapeshift into a hawk, perching yourself on a roof that gives you a perfect spot to spy on the area. Using the exceptional eyesight of the bird, you spot a rat. You keep your eyes locked on it, waiting for the perfect moment.

Spotting the perfect moment, you swoop down, you extend the bird’s leg, capturing the rat with your claws. You fly over to where the bag is situated, dropping the rat into it. You shape shift back into your human form, looking at the live rat. Wednesday would probably prefer it to be alive- at least that’s what you think.

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05:00

Your alarm went off painfully early. Wednesday was always up early in the cafeteria. You saw this as a chance to give her the ‘gift.’ It may not be conventional but she’ll like it… right? In her own way.

You soon get dressed, dragging yourself out of your dorm and to the cafeteria. The plastic carrier bag in your left-hand carries the rat. It’s not moving, might be asleep or might be dead. You don’t know.

Wednesday is already there, she’s the only person besides the dinner crew there. She’s got a bowl of the odd porridge she eats every morning. You know better than to ask what’s in that. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had some bugs in there for ‘protein.’

“Hiya, Wends… Wed-nes.” You smirk, sliding yourself onto the chair opposite her. You know she hates nicknames but it’s not your fault she’s extremely fun to tease.

“Y/N.” She responds dryly, her eyes focused on her porridge. She’s happy to see you, though she’ll never admit it or show it, she is. She moves her eyes onto your face, a curious glint in them.

“You’re not usually up this early.” She states, acknowledging the fact that you’re not a morning person. It’s pretty obvious, you still look half asleep.

“I got you something for Valentine’s Day. Just hear me out before you say anything.” You plead, bringing the bag up and placing it on the table. Definitely unhygienic.

Wednesday opens her mouth to protests but decides against it. She sighs and lets go of her spoon, leaning over and looking in the bag. Her eyebrows raise ever so slightly. Not at all expect the Valentine’s gift to be an animal.

“It’s for the dissecting stuff. I don’t know what it’s called.” You shrug, adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position on the stool.

“A rat.” She hums, moving her gaze from the sleeping rat and onto you. Her face portrays the fact that she seems to be impressed.

“I don’t like such a commercialised and pointless day… But, I must say, I’m not exactly opposed to such a gift.” Her dark eyes analyse the animal in front of her. She nodded one last time before averting her eyes to your face.

You smile at her reaction. Glad that she reacted well. Wednesday on the other hand stares at you, she’s very much happy with such a thoughtful gift, but she’d never admit that- not while she’s alive anyway.

She looks around the cafeteria, making sure there are no prying eyes. She turns back to you and grabs you by your tie, pulling you into a soft kiss. The kiss conveys an unspoken ‘thank you’ from her. After a few seconds, she pulls away, going back to her breakfast.

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Wednesday had been experimenting on the rat specimen all evening in Eugene’s shed. Holding a scalpel, she observes the rat’s organs, pulling the skin back with her gloved hands to see different angles.

By the time you’d arrived, she was finished. The shed was nice and clean, the rat nowhere to be seen and her equipment back in her satchel. Wednesday, still in the school uniform, pats her blazer down, making sure she looks presentable before turning to greet you.

“Hello.” She greets, her voice soft. She leans back against the desk that’s in the shed, her arms folded against her chest.

“I was entertained by the rat you had given me.” She says, her eyes fixated on yours before she continues hesitantly. “…Thank you.” She whispers, moving her gaze away due to the vulnerability she’s feeling.

You smile, just nodding in response. You understand she’s feeling a bit uncomfortable with how open and vulnerable she’s feeling, you don’t want to escalate those feelings. You move closer, eat step sending a surge of electricity throughout you. Your hand moves forward, gently taking her own. Leaning down, you brush your lips against hers allowing Wednesday to close the distance, which, she takes. Wednesday leans forward, capturing your lips into a dance with her own.

After a few moments, Wednesday pulls away, a small smirk on her face. She turns around and reaches for her black satchel. Her manicured nails brushed against the leather. She unzips the back and pulls out a harness- sorry… strap-on?

“How’d that even fit-“ She quickly cuts you off, lifting her cold finger to your lips, silencing you. A small amused smirk plays on her lips.

“The Addams family holds many secrets…” She purrs, her nails gently scratching your cheek, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Very relaxing. With skilled hands, she secures the strap-on around your waist, even through your clothes you can feel the cold leather. Her fingers linger, tracing the outline. You shiver at her touch, captivated by the intensity of her gaze.

“I might open up to this nauseating holiday after this…” Without wanting, she shoves you back roughly, causing you to stumble onto the floor. She straddles your body, the strap-on pressing up against her stomach. Her pale hands reach under her skirt, pulling her black lacy panties to the side.

“Inside. Now.” She says, her tone leaving no room for argument. You quickly nod, your hand wrapping around the cock and blindly positioning it at her glistening entrance under her skirt.

Once she feels the tip run against her, she lowers herself down. Impaling herself with the cock. A small sigh escapes her lips, eyes closed as she starts to move. Her hands on your shoulders for support.

“Guide me.” She coaxed, looking down into your eyes. Her face is flushed, hair slightly dishevelled. It’s a sight a single soul would never expect to see or happen. You obliged to her request- or demand, your hands move to her hips, helping her move. Her hips buck involuntarily now and then.

Over the next few minutes, her movements evoke small whimpers every so often and small sighs of pleasure. Her noises started to escape her cold lips more often, signalling she was getting closer and closer to the edge. Her forehead rests against yours as she continues to ride you, her moans and the sound of the cock entering her is all that can be heard. She kisses your cheek, letting out another small whimper as your fingers move to her sensitive bud under her skirt. Your thumb rubs tight circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, her hips grinding down on both your thumb and the cock.

“Oh- Th… That’s it, good… pet.” She whispers breathlessly, her tone betraying how needy she is for a release. Her nails dig even tighter into your shoulders, even through your blazer you swear she’s broken your skin. Wednesday’s teeth are gritted as her movements become more forceful.

“Bite my neck… Now.” Her hands bury in your hair, using it as leverage to push you into her neck. You open your mouth, your teeth coming into contact with her neck, biting down. She throws her head back, both out of pleasure and wanting to give you more access. The metallic taste fills your mouth, hearing her noises and the taste elicits a moan from you.

“Y/N…” She moans in a growl-like manner as she climaxes, her juices coating the silicone cock. You take your hand away as you move away from her. She collapses against you, breathless as she recovers from her climax. Her hips bucking and legs still shaking around you. She pulls back and looks at you with that same smirk as she did earlier. She presses her hands against your chest, pushing you so your back is fully pressed against the floor.

“Now… Be good, pet, and lick me clean.”

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