#and Wednesday is just like 'i know it was hot'

[caitlynskitten]

Okay but I’ve just had the most cursed idea

What if one day when Bianca and Wednesday are fencing, Wednesday is more aggressive. Bianca demands to know what she’s playing at, and Wednesday confesses she’s feeling a bit frustrated today. Bianca’s all like ‘well damn, Addams. Get yourself off or some shit, no need to kill me.’

Only to then realise, by Wednesday’s expression, that Wednesday doesn’t know what ‘get yourself off’ means. In fact, Wednesday doesn’t even know what masturbation is, leading to a very awkward but educational lesson from Bianca as she explains it.

Fast forward to the next day. It’s breakfast. Yoko, Divina and Bianca are all sat together when they hear a cheerful ‘hello guys.’ Thinking it’s Enid, they turn and are all terrified to see a beaming Wednesday. She’s wearing colours, her hair is in a different style. She’s really smiling.

She sits next to them and is all like ‘thank you for your help yesterday, B. Gee, who knew all that pent up frustration could make someone such a bitch, amirite?’

They don’t know how to answer. They’re still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

Cue a frantic Enid storming in, running over to them all. Her hair is a mess, she looks terrified and she all but screams ‘WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?! WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS?! IS THIS WHAT IM LIKE?! WHERES MY HOT MURDERER GF?’

LMAOOO NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭 Wednesday just needed a good pleasure release this entire time and now she’s like a brand new person! Wednesday definitely masturbates every few months. And within that time frame she reverts back to her old angsty, edgy, heartless self. Until she gets off again and she becomes a an even happier Enid!

Oh my god I need to write more of this this is so fucking funny thank you for this

[sheluvslani]

hot take:

wenclair shouldn’t actually happen in season 2, or in Wednesday ENTIRELY

reason:

id feel happy if it WERE to happen, but i dont think its gonna be like WE want it to happen. its probably gonna be a shitty scene and a lot of people are gonna be disappointed anyway (and i know that jenna is producing or wtv but still, can’t be too sure) PLUS, IF THIS DOES HAPPEN, WHAT REASON IS THERE TO BELIEVE THAT THERE’S A SEASON 3 (which most fans are expecting) AFTER WENCLAIR? WHAT IF THEY JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT?

expectations to happen:

- Either one of them is dying and one goes “i love you” and they kiss before the other dies in their arms (gross um no but also yes but i feel like they’re gonna fuck it up)

- share a tiny kiss after they stop the antagonist and the show cuts off at that (seems like they wanted to get it over with just to please the fans)

- one of them gets possessed and then the other has to kiss them bc true love’s first kiss or wtv it’s called

share with me what yall think about this

[suzukiblu]

For WIP not-Wednesday: mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some PLEASE!

Kon whimpers, and the head of his cock presses into the tightest grip it’s ever felt, slick and hot and ready for it–Superman fucking prepped himself for this while he was passed out, Kon realizes just barely hysterically; Superman prepped himself like this for him–

“I can’t, I can’t, I’ll come,” Kon gasps hoarsely, irrationally panicked by the idea and trying to pull back, to hold himself back–the one time he has said “can’t” to this Superman–and Superman just smiles wider again, still just as indulgently amused with him. 

“I know you can do it for me, kid,” he says with easy, fond affection, and Kon hears “Kid”.

[beautyofattolia]

Season 2

Tyler: Should we be doing this? We are broken up after all.

Wednesday: What? We never broke up. 

Tyler: Oh…well, I guess I just assumed.

Wednesday: Why? Because you tried to kill me?

Tyler: I mean…

Wednesday: How many times are you going to make me listen to you apologize for that? 

[jessieren]

Ok… I fully accept that he may very well not be naked/half naked here but imagination is a wonderful thing

Plus I love this episode- and the fact that he slept in the bath…

I mean what??

Side point.. I wonder if Evans does sleep naked.. Hmm I may need to muse on that point a little more

You know.. for science

[peppermint-candy]

❥𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟽𝚝𝚑:

✦✧✦✧♡⊹˚₊ ݁𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙴𝚂 ₊˚⊹♡✧✦✧✦

[ronsenburg]

This WIP Wednesday is brought to you by that one poll blog that always asks: would polyamory have saved them? (The answer here is no, not really, but it might not hurt to try.)

“Why me, Sylvain?” Dorothea asked on the night of his twelth and final proposal.

The war had been over for nearly eighteen months, by then, but the streets of Enbarr still resembled the crumbling remains of the battlefield they’d been ultimately reduced to. Memories of violence and death had been hastily plastered over the backdrop of her previous life; after everything that had happened, after everything she’d done, it was far too painful to stay. So Dorothea had made a new home in Fhirdiad, teaching all the freshly orphaned little girls to sing and shivering through even the most mild of those first autumn days. It was Sylvain who had given her the first winter cloak she would wear in the kingdom, a gift on the day of his fourth proposal. The thick wool was dyed an indigo blue so deep that it was nearly purple, the inside fully trimmed in fine black ermine. She sat with it pulled close around her that night, still cold despite the fire and the thick stone walls that separated them from the late winter chill. This little library was one of Sylvain’s favorites, a glorified storeroom filled to the brim with dusty accounts of war that no one ever bothered to open. She’d spent more evenings in this room, in this chair, than she could count, now.

“There are plenty of women out there who would gladly overlook the occasional dalliance in exchange for a title.”

“You know I’m not that person anymore,” Sylvain replied, voice pained. The light from the dying fire beside them caught the shine of his eyes as he spoke. She watched as he dragged a hand roughly across them before burying his fingers back into the strands of his already disheveled hair. It was the most distraught Dorothea had ever seen him—and it was also the most honest. This was exactly the candor she’d been asking for since the night of his third proposal, when she’d realized that under all the flirting and the banter he used to dull the actual meaning of his words, Sylvain was actually sincere. She hadn’t anticipated just how difficult it would be for him to arrive here… or the guilt she would feel watching him struggle this way. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It isn’t a dalliance. It’s Felix.”

Dorothea shook her head softly. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

Only, she thought she might. Maybe it was because she was an outsider, one of the few members of their little group not woven tightly among the others with years of family acquaintance or political affiliation. Maybe she was simply better at reading people. But she’d seen all the little looks and lingering touches as though they were stage directions written in the margins of a script. A love story in three acts. It was absurd to imagine she was the only one to notice. The quiet murmurs traded just beyond the circle of the party’s campfire. The look on Sylvain’s face the first time he’d come galloping out of some magically charged cloud of smoke with Felix’s unconscious body draped across the saddle.

The Sylvain of the present reminded her a bit of the man she’d seen, then. Pale and so, so desperate for her understanding. This wasn’t the poet attempting to immortalize the splendor of a great love; this was the face of someone truly haunted.

“I don’t think I can live without him, Thea,” he murmured, stricken. “Goddess knows I’ve tried to.”

And there it was, in all its gore and agony. The final bits of gossamer and tulle unwound, the evening’s makeup all washed away. Gone was the character from their academy days; all that was left before her, now, was Sylvain.

Dorothea sighed, reaching out to clasp his larger hands between her own. “Have you considered that marrying Felix might solve—“

“I can’t marry Felix,” Sylvain interrupted with a shake of his head. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking, either. It… it doesn’t work, between us. Not really. Not for long.”

[gideonisms]

Sometimes I wish I would like put on an outfit or be in a scenario or hear a pronoun and think to myself oh yeah THAT'S the right one like it seems like other people are feeling this sense of self I just don't have. I kind of just feel out of place no matter where I am or what I wear or how I present myself, not really in a bad way, just like, I'm a tourist here (everywhere)

[caitlynskitten]

Okay so not a polyshade idea but it does involve the other girls.

I love the idea that Enid is an exhibitionist freak. She loves fucking Wednesday in front of others. She feels no shame in dicking down her girlfriend when others are around. Maybe it’s an alpha thing, maybe Wednesday has had too much on an influence on her. Either way, Enid feels no shame if someone sees her fucking her girlfriend.

The first time it happened, it was purely by accident. Enid was on top of Wednesday, fucking her face down ass up when Yoko barged into their room without knocking. She only needed some nail polish. Yoko wasn’t expecting to see Enid buck ass naked, railing Wednesday from behind and she’s just all like ‘I… uh, I only came to get my nail polish. I left it here the other night.’

Both Wednesday and Yoko expect Enid to stop, squeal and cover them both up, but instead, she just continues to fuck Wednesday. In fact, she starts thrusting harder, all the while telling Yoko where her nail polish is. Wednesday doesn’t know why she finds the fact that Yoko is seeing her so vulnerable so hot, but as Yoko awkwardly tries to get her nail polish, Wednesday starts throwing it back as she feels her orgasm approaching.

After that, it seems to become a repeating occurrence. When they all went to a party off campus, Divina walked in on Enid fucking Wednesday’s mouth against the wall upstairs when she was going to the toilet. As the poor siren is trying to do her business, she’s forced to hear the sounds of Enid cumming on Wednesday’s face. When she leaves the bathroom, Yoko tells her Enid and Wednesday had to head back for some reason.

Bianca finds Enid railing Wednesday in the changing room showers after fencing class. She’s pretty sure she’ll never get the sounds of Wednesday begging for Enid’s cum out of her head.

After all these events, the girls try to come up with a warning system so they can avoid walking in on the two. It, however, never seems to work. They always find them in the oddest of places. Weathervane toilets, Jericho woods.

And, much to Yoko’s horror, she’ll never forget the time she returned to her dorm to join Divina and Enid for their girls night to find Divina absent and Enid pounding Wednesday on her bed.

Wait that’s honestly so funny 😭😭😭😭 poor girls they cannot catch a break! But it seems like Enid is doing this just to fuck with them now. This is Enid’s way of getting back at them when they teased her for being too vanilla to which Enid takes control of that and proves them wrong.

Unrelated, I think Enid would facefuck Wednesday so hard and rough that when she cums she just hold’s Wednesday’s head and cums deep in her throat. Wednesday can feel Enid’s dick pulsating in her motion and can feel her ejaculating. Enid just looks at her and says “Come on, Wends. Just a few more.” The raven, without pulling Enid’s cock out of her mouth, nods in excitement and Enid goes back to face fucking her.

[widevibratobitch]

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[quarks-pussy]

I missed Hot Lore Monday on my birthday!!

[todayisafridaynight]

DID YOU MISS THE EXAM... Either way I can believe in that superstition for a sec I'm so sorry 😭😭😭

NONO I TOOK IT. BARELY. I BARELY TOOK IT. I JUST THOUGHT CLASS WAS GOING TO BE NORMAL BUT NOPE <3<3<3

[artemisiatridentata]

very cool of my boss to say five days ago that they’d let me know if I’m working on Friday or not, and lo and behold Friday has rolled around and I have an hour before I usually go in to work and I have not heard from them !

[tiredsadpeach]

May not feel great rn but tomorrow I get to see my best friend and we’re exchanging gifts and then afterward I’m going with my sister to pick up a cat

[lewdhat]

Last week when I was performing Macbeth for high schools there was one kid in the audience dressed as a hot dog and I’m still thinking about it.

[hecksupremechips]

Love being a boy who likes others boys like damn this is pretty silly I can’t believe we aren’t all doing this