#wednesday fandom

[volevoscriveree]

*Wednesday sometimes acts like a cat*

[daffsforstag]

I’m so sad I didn’t care for her at first,

SHES JUST A BABY

[sorcererofsolitude]

Run, Forrest Enid, Run!

[silver-soul00]

I only see 2 mothers proud of their adopted daughter 💚

Then look how Enid smiles 🥹💜

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

just going CRAZY thinking about isaac as a whimpering mess ngl…just the most vile degrading person ever but loses it after a few rounds and lets you get on top of him and do what you want…

Breaking point

Isaac Night X Reader:

Warnings: smut, no use of y/n, switch Isaac and reader, whimpering, pathetic Isaac, rough-ish sex, teasing, pre slurp era Issac, cowgirl, cream pie, use of pet name (love).

Word count: 1K

a/n: I love me a pathetic man. Hope you enjoy!

Isaac likes being in control in almost every aspect of his life. But there is one moment when he lets his walls down and allows himself to be the most pathetic version of himself. And that’s when he’s inside you.

You’re draped over the loveseat he has in his lab, body completely naked. You’ve been at it for hours, the rough fabric of the small sofa already leaving your skin practically raw. It would have been a lot nicer to be doing this on a bed, but you and Isaac, unlike Gomez and Morticia, have consideration for your roommates’ ears. Plus, being in Isaac’s lab allows you to be as loud as you wish — which always seems to be the case when the two of you are together.

Isaac is panting, his hips snapping forward with an intensity that seems unnatural for his slim frame. You can feel your fifth orgasm of the night building, the coil in your stomach growing tighter with every thrust. But then Isaac falters, his speed slowing for a moment, and your eyes snap open. You gaze up at him, your focus falling on his features. He glances at you through his lashes, and you know just what he needs.

Without so much as a word, you wrap your legs around his waist and throw your body to the side, flipping both of you over. Isaac stares up at you, his hair spread messily around his head like a halo. He takes a deep breath in, hands moving to grab onto your waist. You grind against him, and he whimpers at the action.

You can’t help but grin, hands moving to rest on his chest. When your nails graze his skin, Isaac’s eyes close in pleasure, his hips bucking into you, pushing his dick deeper inside. You throw your head back, enjoying the feeling for a second before beginning to lift your hips.

“Please….” he whispers.

You smile down at him, sinking down in one quick movement. Each rise of your hips drags a desperate sound from his throat, soft whimpers spilling out of him no matter how hard he tries to bite them back. His hands grip your waist tighter, knuckles white as if he’s trying to ground himself against the flood of sensation.

“Fuck-ah-yes don’t stop.”

You roll your hips slowly, deliberately, watching his face twist in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. His usual sharp composure is gone, every ounce of control stripped away until all that’s left is this vulnerable mess beneath you.Your nails trail over his chest again, leaving faint red lines in their wake. Isaac arches into your touch, a broken moan escaping him when you squeeze around him.

“You like that Issac?” you question, voice soft and teasing.

“Love it” he groans, brows furrowing as you clench around him again.

Each time you lift your hips and slam back down, Isaac’s voice cracks into high-pitched whimpers, his usual sharp words lost to broken, needy sounds. His fingers dig into your waist as though he can’t decide whether to hold you steady or beg you not to stop.

You slow your rhythm, grinding down on him instead of bouncing, and the reaction is immediate. His head tips back against the cushions, a strangled cry escaping his throat, the sound so sweetly pathetic it makes you smile.

“P–please,” he gasps, the word tumbling out before he can choke it back.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your nails down his chest again. “All that control, all that pride… and now you’re just begging under me.”

He nods weakly, breath hitching as you circle your hips. His voice comes out broken, almost sobbing with each syllable. “Y–yes, just—don’t stop, don’t… please—please—”

You can tell he’s close and as much as you love torturing him when he’s like this. You’re not too far from reaching your peak, body loving to have him at your mercy.  Your pace quickens, and Isaac’s body can’t keep up. His legs tremble beneath you, his hips stuttering helplessly, and the sounds pouring out of him are no longer words but desperate, broken cries.

“C–can’t—hah, I—” His voice cracks, and when you look down, his eyes are glassy, sweat clinging to his lashes. He’s trying so hard to hold himself together, but every thrust knocks another sob out of him.

You slow just enough to make him writhe, his back arching as he claws at your sides, babbling half-formed pleas. 

“Please—please don’t stop, don’t—don’t leave me like this, I c-can’t—” His breath hitches sharply when you squeeze around him, and a choked sob spills from his lips.

The sight makes heat coil tighter in your stomach. He’s a mess: flushed, damp with sweat, whimpering beneath you. His once-careful mask of control shattered, replaced with raw need. You lean down until your lips brush his ear, your voice low and cruelly sweet. 

“Cum for me, love.”

Isaac spills into you with a broken sob, his whole body trembling as release crashes over him.  The sounds he makes are enough to make your eyes roll back, nails digging into his skin as your orgasm takes over you. You shiver, body locking as you coat his thighs in your cum before collapsing against him. 

For a long moment, the only sound is the ragged, uneven gasps of your breathing tangled with his. His chest heaves beneath you, slick with sweat, his arms twitching uselessly at his sides as though he doesn’t have the strength to hold you.

You rest your chin against his chest, watching his face as he stares up at the ceiling. Once he feels your gaze on him, he glances down at you. You give him a soft smile, moving up to place a kiss on his lips.

“You did so good for me,” you murmur, letting the words drip with satisfaction.

Isaac growls, biting into your lip so hard you groan. His hand moves from his side to grab your throat, applying just enough pressure for you to feel his fingers without restricting your breathing. He stares at you, a snarl curling across his face.

“Don’t forget who owns you,” he growls.

And just like that, he’s back to his normal self again. You can’t help but smirk. Your Isaac really was a mystery.

[celticwolf55]

I had the time to finish the rendering.

[creamecafe]

wednesday x vampire reader

Wednesday Addams Dating a Vampire!Reader HCs

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Vampire!GN!Reader

Warnings: blood eating, death, blood intimacy, fluff

Navigation | Main Masterlist | Wednesday Series Masterlist | Wednesday Addams Masterlist | Join my taglist!

Wednesday always sensed a roaming pleasure and dreadful aura of the undead when you first met her

Someone who finally understands her, she feels like everything is complete and where it needs to be.

Before you guys start dating, she interrogates you on loads of questions such as: coffin usage, how many feet distance of garlic you can be from, bloodlust control.

All questions you were happy to answer.

It took time for Wednesday to get used to PDA, but it's all worth it to feel your cold, hard hand in hers while walking to class or in town

She would give you a necklace of her blood, to help you calm down or if you go away on a trip

Both of you hate the sun and cling to the shade. You always have sunscreen—whether it's for skin protection, vampire lore, or both—and Wednesday keeps a backup in her bag, just in case.

You two are known as the couple in Nevermore and in town to not be messed around with.

But when you are by normies, you open your fangs and they all usually run away

Whenever Wednesday is doing mysteries, you transform into a bat and watch her to make sure she's ok.

She's annoyed by it, but gotten used to it.

Morticia and Gomez would be pleased at the fact that Wednesday found someone similar to her and makes sure to cover all windows and hide away garlic when you come over

Pugleys definitely is intrigued by you being a vampire, asking questions such as "So do you hunt people or have a preference?"

Wednesday would threaten him in a calm but determined tone, which always makes you smile

Whenever you guys have the chance, you take strolls at the cemetery at nighttime to look at people's headstones and wonder how many could be vampires right now

You sometimes pull all nighters to read Wednesday's new book and give feedback

She offers you to feed on her, if she's really in the mood

When she sees you feeding off her, she'll watch with a slight smile, writing in her mind to put in her next novel

The best part is that there's no humanizing each other. You're unapologetically a vampire and she's unapologetically Wednesday herself

[mad-cosmos]

Another old wenclair art 🫣 I guess a kind of redesign of my girl Enid ✨️