Pssst. What if Wednesday’s guilty pleasure was… this?
Super Soft Vanilla Sex
Resident evil stone cold murder detective, bristling with knives and scowls like some psychopathic hedgehog. Miss torture yes, touch no, get the fuck out of my face Addams. Weak knees and sodden for some 100% mundane, Hallmark card missionary loving.
Plain vanilla white candles, generic rose petals, soothing music. Candlelit dinner on cream tablecloth. Gentle backrub. Nice hot bubble bath. We’re talking pretty pampered princess, with everything in shades of white. Even just whispering it in her ear.
“It’s almost 10 pm, babe. Why don’t you get in the bath? There’s bubbles, just like how my little princess likes it. I’ll see you in the bedroom after.”
Cue deluge. Like gutting the bottom out of storefront overhang during a summer storm. Humid mess, all stuttering and flushed. And no one can know.
Because, fucking damnit, she has a reputation to maintain.
And that’s what makes it such a guilty taboo. 😗
OHHHHH I absolutely love this. A guilty pleasure nobody not even Enid would expect. And I love the idea that she’d actually view it as taboo 🤭🤭🤭Because she wouldn’t be caught dead wanting something so soft and vanilla. And she’d love it every single time 🥺🥺🥺☺️
Summary: in which you both left a party in pure silence just seconds after tara pulled you away from flirting too much with a girl.
Words: 4.5k
Warnings: pure and heavy smut like every scene is a sex scene. oh and its angry sex
a/n: i wanna consider this as the special valentines fic because the main one im writing right now im totally so damn stumped on. so heres one to atleast keep up with my stories
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You were too fucked out of your mind to even process anything. All you took note of was that your girlfriend looks pretty fucking hot when she's jealous.
Your breath was caught in your throat as Tara's hands pressed you firmly against the wall, a forceful thud and your back meeting the hard surface, your bodies pressed together as your hands tried to push her away but your efforts were in vain when you were met with her abs concealed beneath her shirt. Tara's lips claimed yours without a second of hesitation, letting her mouth slip inside as she explored every inch of you.
A gasp that turned into a moan escaped your lips as Tara's hands slid eagerly under your thighs, you could feel a smirk between kisses, her touch warm under your skin as she effortlessly lifted you up against the wall, all while you allowed your tongue surrender as she took control over you. You could feel her fingers slipping under your shorts, caressing every inch of your skin with her thumb, tracing the delicate curves of your ass before squeezing it sent shivers down your spine.
Her lips on yours and her hot breath mingled with your own was its own fix. Too intoxicating, yet so addictive, you couldn't get enough even if it killed you. Your hands go nowhere but to instinctively wrap them around her head, fingers possessively at the nape of her neck, letting your head tilt to create the perfect angle for Tara to deepen her assault inside your mouth.
It wasn't romantic, it wasn't delicate, it wasn't passionate. It was raw, filthy, messy, and sloppy. But who were you to care if you got to see Tara so eager to fuck the shit out of you?
She pulled away, her breathing becoming strained as a string of saliva unraveling themselves as your lips were far apart from hers, an aching sensation that you never wanted to happen. "Why were you flirting with her? In front of me?" Tara breathed out, her voice filled with desperation and want, husky but fuck did it make you clench around nothing.
"I wasn't—god," Your pathetic words turned into a moan when you felt Tara push her body against yours with force. You could feel her hard erection rub against your clothed clit, driving you wild, your hips bucking involuntarily to seek more friction than a simple bump of its head as you struggled to explain, "I didn't mean to."
Her nails dug into the soft and sweaty flesh of your ass, making you wince as she spoke, "You were practically fucking yourself onto her." Tara's words were harsh, but it made your cunt throb with wetness more than ever, clenching around nothing yet again. It took all of your self-control to not pull down everything she had and ride her dick until the insides of your pussy remembered her shape.
"I didn't… I didn't mean to, Tara, please," you stammered. You could feel saliva dripping from your mouth as your abused lips hung open, wanting nothing more than to let Tara inside. Or better yet, letting her cock drill into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat.
Her eyes bore into yours, making you feel like prey under her hands. It was rare to see Tara like this, and fuck it turned you on. "You liked her hands on you, didn't you? You even got her number." The sound of her voice terrified you, but it never overcame the excitement that shot through your spine, shivering as she tried to bring you closer to her, her mouth opened to take yours but you were never granted that.
"No—" You tried to find a voice when all you can do is whine, whimper, and moan whenever her throbbing cock was rubbing against your pussy and the tightening grip she had on your ass. "I don't want her, please," you whined, "I want you. Only you."
"Really, y/n?" Tara's breath caressed your skin, "Then let me fuck you against my bed so everyone in this apartment can hear how fucking good you take my cock. That alright with you, baby?" She purred, her grip on your ass tightening further as she guided both of you toward the bedroom. Her head leaned in, tracing lazy kisses along your jawline. It was crazy to think someone so small could have this much strength.
You nodded feverishly, a small mhm coming out, afraid that your words would just come out as a pathetic whine. Your hands remained on her shoulders as you allowed Tara to manhandle you toward the bed. The ache between your legs, combined with the throbbing need within your pussy, pleaded for her touch even more, wanting nothing but to let her dick plow into your dripping pussy until you couldn't take it.
Tara wasted no time in throwing you against the bed, your back landing on the mattress with a loud thud while her body was on top of yours, her cock pressed so fucking close against your pussy, the subtle friction making your hips buck in a desperate motion. Her hands went down your chest, tugging at the fabric that was the only barrier between her and your body.
"You know, she would've ripped it apart and fucked me so good right now."
You could tell that was the last straw for Tara.
In a heartbeat, Tara abandoned any hint of gentleness she had with you, ripping your blouse open with such force she almost tore it apart, eliciting a rather embarrassing wince from you.
The piece of unwanted fabric desperately clung near the edges of your shoulders, barely holding on as you felt her hands drop to your chest. Her fingers traced the curves of your body, the simple touch making your pussy throb with want yet again, reaching up to your breasts and then to your mouth, her thumb parting your lips as she ducked down to slip her tongue into yours.
Your hands flew to Tara's shorts, fingers frantically pulling the hem down along with her boxers, letting them slide down to Tara's hips as her throbbing cock sprang out, slapping against the fabric of her shirt. She was big. Probably the first and last monstrous cock you'd ever take.
"Tara…" you gasped, her name escaping your lips in a breathy moan as Tara pulled away. Her hands immediately found their way to your waist as her fingers worked to pull your own shorts down, mindlessly discarding them around somewhere, your wet cunt being exposed to the cold air and Tara's gaze.
"God, y/n, you're soaked," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around her cock, stroking it up and down. Your slick gushing out on her mattress was one of the things that made her erection throb so damn painfully. She guided the head, coaxed with her own pre-cum, to your slick folds, parting them slowly. "Wanna fuck you so deep and let you forget about her entire existence," she breathrd out, her eyes watched yours in a haze with your mouth hung open.
"Tara fucking Carpenter, if you don't—FUCK!"
You cried out as you felt Tara shove her cock deep inside your tight pussy without warning, the sudden invasion making your folds stretch so damn good to accommodate her throbbing length, the pain mixed with pleasure making your head spin and your toes curl.
Tara's hands gripped your hips firmly, her perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin to hold your body steady as she relentlessly kept sinking her huge cock into your heat.
Your body shuddered, making the perfect arch for Tara to penetrate your pussy even further as she leaned down, Tara, wait, you're too big, oh shit...!" You moaned, letting her bite and kiss every inch of her skin as you welcomed her, marking you as her own as if her dick wasn't claiming you right this second.
Tara continued fucking into you, ignoring how painful it was to be inside of you yet so satisfying seeing her dick disappearing and reappearing, your wet slick going nowhere but being used as a lube for her thick and girthy cock.
Her name continuously escaped your lips along with a moan, "...shit! Right there Tara, oh fuck!" You gasped, giving her the most pornographic moan she ever heard, the lewd repeated claps of your ass meeting her hips while she rammed her shaft inside you with disgruntled breaths and grunts.
"Take it, baby," she whispered, her voice husky as her hands slid under your thighs that instinctively encircled her body, "I know you can." She slowed her pace down, grabbing your legs and folding them onto your body then returned to her merciless pace, "Such a perfect mess for me." She grunted, her hips desperately rutting into your sex.
You moaned uncontrollably throughout her room, "So... so full, holy fuck," You groaned, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy, your fists clenching, your eyes rolling back and your toes curling beneath her as you writhed under her touch, wanting more even if your pussy was already stuffed to the brim with Tara.
Your arms reached out to her, fingers gripping her shoulders all while your body shook and squirmed underneath her, "Fuck me. Fuck me so hard, please, Tara!" You begged, tears starting to trickle down your eyes while immense pleasure washed over you, your voice reverberating as she dicked you down.
Tara's half-lidded eyes locked in with yours, pure lust evident in her eyes. No longer staring at your puffy folds, her mouth hung open, grunts escaping her soft lips with every forceful thrust.
"You want this, don't you?" Her mouth poured out words with every harsh thrust she gave you. Your mind couldn't work properly, let alone form any coherent sentences other than incoherent mumbling and needy whimpers of her name. "To make me fuck you senseless with my cock until your brain couldn't think of anything other than my dick."
It was clear she knew the answer, she just needed to hear it from you.
Your breath hitched, staring at Tara as if you'd pass out by how stretched you were under her, your throat unable to form words as it was caught between pathetic gasps and moans, your walls fluttering around her dick like it was your sole purpose to be her cock-warming slut and manhandled so good by her.
You couldn't focus on anything other than Tara. Tara, Tara, Tara, oh how her cock felt so good buried inside of you, how it kept hitting your cervix with every thrust, and how it was so fucking painful yet it sent shivers down your spine that made your back arch so naturally.
"Answer me," she rasped, her hands releasing the harsh grip on your thighs that were bound to leave a mark and letting them trail up your body until they reached your throat, her fingers wrapping around it with their possessive grip, her nails slightly grazing your skin that were already adorned with hickeys. "Don't tell me you're too drunk on my cock to think of anything else."
You couldn't handle it anymore, your airways constricting with each tightening grip Tara had on your throat. "Yes!" you screamed, "I need your dick so much, so badly, Tara, my God—!" You choked out, your muscles tensing as you felt a knot forming in your stomach, your cunt clenching around her cock
"So close, so close, soclosesoclose, 'm close, Tara, f-fuck!" you whimpered, your hands reaching over her shoulders, nails clawing against her chiseled back, leaving red marks along her body that were bound to scar.
You couldn't miss the subtle wince that went across Tara's face under your harsh touch. Even if you were so damn close to cumming around her dick, the relentless slam of her hips onto your skin taking a toll on your sense of awareness, you still took notice of the muted groan of pain leaving her lips amidst the struggling grunts and low moans she breathed out. Yet you could feel the undeniable twitch from her cock buried deep inside you out of pleasure.
"Why were you flirting with her?"
Tara cocked her head to the side, her voice still raspy and her breaths were hot and heavy. The pace of her thrusts slowed as she began to give deliberate and agonizing strokes with her dick as she toyed with you, her hips slowly thrusting inside of you so excruciatingly slow to the point you'd be better off at riding her cock until your cunt spasms so hard you couldn't cum anymore.
"I wasn't…" you panted desperately, the slow and deliberate movement of Tara's hips driving you insane. "I wasn't flirting… with… oh, fuck..!" You let out a guttural moan as you felt Tara pull out, almost to her tip, and slammed her cock back in your cervix with such force.
You threw your head back, eyes rolling while your mouth hung open to deliver a loud moan that echoed throughout, your back arching in response to her plowing her length inside of you once more.
Tara continued her relentless assault, though if not slower, your hands frantically going to your face, grabbing a handful of your hair as you subtly hid your face away from hers. Biting the flesh of your arm to hide the rather embarrassing and pathetic moans you kept producing.
"Who?" She leaned down, her hot yet soft lips giving you wet kisses all along your jaw as your muffled moans filled the room and her ears, "Who, baby?" she pressed all while your muffled whimpers filled the room, her hands going to your face and pulling your arms out of way. Her voice was soft, unlike the way she fucked you into insanity, acting as if she was the most innocent girl in the room.
"I don’t know.. I don’t know!" You sobbed, actual tears running down your face as Tara kept her tormenting pace. You couldn't think of anything anymore, let alone other people who are not Tara. Sentences just flowed out of you as if Tara controlled every inch of your brain. Your cunt soaked her dick with your wetness, the knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust.
"Please," you desperately pleaded, the words escaping with more neediness than you intended it to be. "Just, oh my god, let me cum!" You cried out as your body shook under her, ready for release, but you knew she wasn't going to give you that when she pulled out, a loud wince escaping your lips.
It took all your self-control not to pull her back with such force that her cock would immediately hit your cervix and you'd rut all over her until she was satisfied with you.
"Wha... Tara what the fuck!?"
You whined as you looked down, her dick still standing proudly at 7 inches with its thick girth, resting on her stomach, still hard and erect. So why the fuck did she pull out when you could've been on the verge of having the most jaw-dropping orgasm of your life.
The knot in your stomach eased slightly as Tara grabbed a handful of your hair, her head leaning down, "Here's what we're going to do, baby," she whispered against your lips, your need to slip your tongue into hers was just a fleeting thought.
Her dick twitched over your thigh, and you knew you looked like the hottest mess Tara had ever laid her eyes on, and the knowledge that your face looked like a fucked-up, cock-drunk, slut for Tara made your pussy throb.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard against that glass window," she continued, her voice low and husky as you looked over, "until all of New York hears how you're such a pathetic and filthy whore for my dick." She raised her free hand to cup your cheeks, caressing the soft and red skin you had from sobbing your heart out. "Then you're going to thank me for letting you cum on my cock while screaming my name."
If you weren't crazy then, then you were definitely going crazy now. You looked at Tara, doe eyes and all.
"Do you hear me, y/n?" She demanded, and you dumbly nodded in response.
"Mmh, yeah, yes please," you whimpered, your voice so desperate and needy as you dropped to your knees, gazing up at Tara who was already standing up, your hands almost reaching to wrap around her cock if not for her hand slapping it away. It was unfair she was half-clothed while you looked like you got railed every second. "I'll do what you want, anything, just let me cum, Tara…"
"There's that good girl I know." Tara purred, her simple approval and praise making you wet as ever. Her hands found your shoulders, turning you around to face away from her as you obeyed her silent orders.
You gave her the best possible view of your back, a perfect arch as your head was off to the side, all while offering her a glimpse of your exposed pussy.
You could feel her hands trailing down your back as your head faced forward, your eyes dropping down to the mattress. With a firm grip, she grabbed both of your wrists, tying them together with her hand while her other arm traveled back to your shoulder.
With your hands bound behind you, Tara led you towards the window, forcefully pressing your face against the cold and hard surface, the windowpane flushed on your skin. You could see every apartment that surrounded Tara's, lights turned on and some turned off, some maybe even watching the both of you.
You wouldn't be lying if you said it turned you on so much.
Tara's body was pressed onto yours, gasping for solid air as you felt the hard length of her clock sliding against your ass, its slow movement teased every inch of your body as the pleasure shot up from your spine.
"You won't mind if I use your phone, right?" She asked while you wondered how the hell she even got your phone in the first place in this position. But you didn't mind.
You weren't above filming a little video for her, especially when it came to something like sex. In fact, you have a dedicated folder solely for those kinds of videos, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a video of Tara screaming your name replaying in your head over and over as you fucked yourself to it.
And so, you nodded.
Oh, how you wished you hadn't.
Or rather, you wished you didn't immediately add the girls number in your contacts so quickly.
"Fucking hell," Tara murmured to herself which didn't go unnoticed by you. As well as the sounds of Tara dialing a number onto your phone.
Glancing over your shoulders, you found Tara standing right behind you. Her hand gripped her throbbing cock, teasing your slick folds while her gaze remained fixated on the ringing phone in her other hand.
"Tara, what are you—" you began, but before you could finish your sentence, Tara shoved her cock deep inside you with a force that left you more than breathless, penetrating your pussy so good that left you gasping for air as you cried out her name.
"Oh, God! Tara—Shit, Tara!" You screamed, your head throwing back as your fingers gripped the wall, "feels s' good, f-fuck!," you cursed, a perfect arch making its way to your spine while Tara fucked your juices back inside of you.
Her cock fit perfectly inside you, almost as if it was already molded to the shape of her dick precisely. Every vein, and every twitch of her shaft inside of you felt so familiar. Her balls repeatedly slapped your clit by her relentless pace, driving you to the brink of insanity by the touch alone. Every pleasure you felt shot down onto your cunt, hot and so fucking intoxicating.
You wanted to push her away, to catch a breath and your abused folds catch a breath, yet bring her deeper into your body, wanting and craving her more and more.
It felt so good to the point you didn't notice the 'hello, y/n?' that came from your phone.
"Hold it." Tara commanded of you, her body leaning down to yours, bringing your phone closer to your ear.
You looked at her, wide-eyed. Your lips and mind tempted to moan out her name as she kept pounding her cock inside of you if not for the abrupt phone call. "Tara…" you whimpered, "Tara, I-I can't—" your voice barely audible before her hand covered your mouth, muffling your moans when she gave you a hard thrust.
The pleasure she's giving you by simply moving and her still dick filling you up send shivers down your spine, yet the voice coming from your phone won't stop talking.
You took over Tara's hand from the phone, putting it up to your ear as you spoke quietly. "Yeah—sorry, he—hey!" You stammered, attempting to even get a coherent thought over your clouded mind while Tara continued assaulting your puffy pussy, "who, oh fuck, is this?"
"I'm the girl at the party, Cady! You do remember, right?"
You don't, really. It's all a blur.
You gasped, your head turning to the side as you tried to muffle your noises as quietly as possible, "yeah, yeah, I remember. Why—why, are you calling?"
The girl on the line laughed, chuckling even, "you called me. I didn't expect getting a call so easily after that conversation."
Please stop talking, you wanted to say.
You could feel Tara's jealousy and anger through the way her hands gripped your waist, her other hand delivering a sharp slap to your ass.
"I… I probably was—I was drunk," you stuttered, struggling to find the right words as your head ducked down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call," you breathed out, biting your lip to prevent a single whimper coming out of you.
"Well, you did," she replied, her tone teasing, laughing even more, "But I'm glad you did. We can pick up where we left off, if you know what I mean," You knew there was a sultry tone to her voice, probably even winking across the phone. "Is there someone in your room? I thought I heard something crash."
Tara leaned down, her grip on your hips tighter than ever, planting wet and sloppy along your shoulders to your ear, "You wanna tell them how good I'm fucking you, baby?" She whispered huskily, innocently kissing your cheeks as if she wasn't teasing you with another person on the other line.
"Wanna tell her how fucking good it feels to have my cock buried deep inside you?" She thrusted, her arms going to your shoulders and pushing your body deeper inside of her, "Tell her how you're begging for more, how you couldn't get enough of my dick?"
You were so glad you moved the phone just an inch away.
"I, oh my God, uhm, Tara—Tara!" You screamed out, a broken moan escaping your lips, hiding it by the fact you were mentioning her name, "yeah, Tara's here. Carpenter. She's, well, joining me for a simple exercise," you managed to reply, your voice shaky.
"Didn't know you guys were close."
"Yeah, we...uh, got closer recently," you stammered while Tara continued her relentless assault on your tight cunt, her cock plunging deep inside you, "we—oh shit—she lives with me so, yeah!"
You could hear Tara laugh at the half-assed excuse, probably the most common ones in the book.
Cady laughed through the phone once more, "I didn't mean to interrupt anything by picking up the phone, did I?"
"Cady, it's… It's fine," you managed to gasp, your voice strained with pleasure as Tara's relentless thrusts kept pounding into you harder and faster if it was even possible. "Oh, fuck!" You couldn't help but moan loudly, yet accidentally, the phone still pressed to your ear, as Tara leaned down once more and took over the phone, bringing it close to her ear as she let you grip the walls with such immense tightness.
"I'm sure y/n will forget you in a matter of seconds after this," she purred, "especially when she's getting fucked so good by me." She turned the phone around, enabling video on, letting Cady see your ass bouncing along her cock, her dick disappearing deep inside you and your back arching in pure ecstasy, "I almost pity you on how you'll never feel the never-ending pleasure of her pussy clenching around you."
She hung up before a single scream shouted from the phone, throwing it on the bed, "'m gonna cum, Tara. Baby, I'm gonna cum, Shit, shit,shitshitshitshitshit!"
Your body tensed, a knot forming in your lower abdomen as you cried out her name like a prayer, begging for a desperate release of being denied just moments ago. You could feel her hands gripping your hips even tighter, her grunts and little moans escaping her lips only drove you more into an orgasm,
Your moans filled the room, mixing with Tara's own gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin, your wetness coating her dick. "Cum on me baby," she whispered, her fingers running across your hair as she threw your head back, "don't forget to do what I said."
"Tara! Oh, fuck, that feels so good!" Your walls clenched around her cock, your body trembling while you felt Tara's own climax shoot ropes of cum deep inside of you as she held you close, her arms wrapped around you as she came, "thank you..." You murmured, crying out, "thank you, baby, fuck your cock still feels so good inside me..."
The intense grip you had on the glass faltered, your legs giving way as you collapsed against the window, your body still shaking and your pussy tightening against Tara's twitching cock while you waited for her to empty her load inside of you, her hips still bucking while she caressed your skin, leaving a trail of kisses and words of affection down your neck.
"I love you..." she whispered against your skin, "you're gorgeous," she kissed, "such a good girl, y/n."
You nodded weakly, a smile covering your lips as you slid down the glass wall as Tara gently turned you around, planting a tender kiss on your lips.
"My pretty girl," Tara called out, softness in her voice while she tucking a loose strand behind your ear and wiping the tears away, "you did so well."
Tara cupped your cheek, all too evident that you were tired and exhausted, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin as she stared into your eyes. It was all too beautiful for Tara.
You started to wrap your arms on her shoulders, pulling her close while she laughs"I'll carry you to the bathroom, mkay? I'll draw you a bath and we can cuddle there."
You were too tired out to say or think of anything, so you opted with a nod.
Tara chuckled softly in your response, scooping you up in her oddly strong arms as she carried you to the bathroom, her touch now soft and comforting instead of harsh and cruel.
You didn't think the afterparty would turn out like this, but you were grateful it did.
a/n: tara is the size of two apples tall (give or take), every possible bone in her body is fractured, probably losing blood by the minute, her shoesize is probably smaller than a rats AND the girl has asthma. it almost felt wrong writing her like this. off topic but i wished tumblr had a like comment thing for people like me that for some reason is too scared and shy to reply to you guys. I REALLY APPRECIATE THE COMMENTS, TRULY!! THEY MAKE MY DAY SM BETTER
High above Nevermore and flanked by twin grotesques is Wednesday, standing atop the balcony’s stone balustrade. Her gaze, shaded from the dwindling daylight by her right hand, is fixed in the direction of Jericho. Her left hand is raised high, arm tense with anticipation.
Thing: *signs*
Wednesday: Good. And her noise cancelling headphones?
Thing: *signs*
Wednesday: Superb. With Enid secure, we need only wait.
The pair fall into an anticipatory silence that is marred by the sparodic pop of distant consumer grade pyrotechnics. Little more than a child’s popper when compared to even Pugsley’s earlier creations. As if to punctuate the thought, several dull thumps sound from Jericho.
Wednesday: *narrows eyes* It begins.
The two are in action even before the first firework detonates. Wednesday’s gaze flicks from one distant location to the next as she rattles off rapid fire instructions. Behind her Thing is a flurry of motion.
Wednesday: That should be the last of them. Are the trebuchets ready?
Thing: *thumbs up*
Wednesday: Perfect. Then in Enid’s name—*drops her hand* —RETURN FIRE!
Pffft not Wednesday literally starting WWIII just cause Enid is overstimulated lmaoooo
I really love this though!
Yoko climbs up to the top of the tower and sits down beside Wednesday.
Yoko: So… everything went to plan?
Wednesday: Even better, mi amor. Those fools will think twice before celebrating this crude holiday with even cruder means. Which means you and Enid will not be forced to sleep with headphones on for the following week.
Yoko smirks and pulls Wednesday down to sit with her and pulls her close into a tight cuddle.
Wednesday: Shouldn’t we get back to the others?
Yoko: Nah, Bia and Divi have Enid taken care of for a while. Right now I want cuddles with you. It’s not every night that we get to cuddle out in the cold like this, after all!
Wednesday: *relents and snuggles against Yoko* Hmm, you are right. It is quite freezing out tonight, it’s perfect.
Yoko: You’re perfect.
Wednesday: *grumbling and blushing* Silence yourself, bat.
Wednesday: Enid, this is a serious operation. Do not give me your sass right now!
Werewolf Enid: *Awoof!*
Wednesday: Excuse me?!
Enid: *sassily* *aaaWOOF!*
Wednesday: Cease your incessant woofing now or I will have Yoko come and take you home!
Enid: *whimpers and bows her head*
Wednesday: Good puppy. Now… let’s find the master switch to the animal cages. The zoo security guard will be back soon.
I LOVE the idea of Wednesday understanding werewolf Enid. And I love that werewolf Enid is so sassy 😭😭😭 No matter what operation they’re doing, Wednesday is always doing all the work and Enid follows. Also just acts cute while she’s there ♥️
Late night wenclair thoughts cause I can’t sleep lol
Just like the good old days 👍
So a personal HC that I’ve had for a bit now is that due to the Addams Family curse plus Enid’s werewolf status introducing potential mate stuff, that Wednesday and Enid, after Crackstone’s attack, are literally inseparable to the point that if they aren’t literally clinging onto each other, they both get pretty severe separation anxiety.
It starts off pretty tame, cause Wednesday’s curse and Enid’s wolf instincts take a while to really build up. But by the time that they’re back at Nevermore together, they are very noticeably closer to each other, physically and otherwise. But it’s still subtle enough to be just a product of the events of the last semester to anyone not familiar with the two girls and their genealogies. But anyone that is can easily connect the dots of their newly sprouting connection to each other.
As time goes on, a slow progression leads to Wednesday and Enid getting clingier to each other to the point that they’re both easily engaging in physical contact with each other even in public. Holding hands, leaning against each other at meals, and hugging. So much hugging. The sight of Wednesday Addams is nearly shocking to the whole student body, if it were anyone other than Nevermore’s own bouncing ball of sunshine Enid Sinclair herself. Nobody would dare comment on it, lest they lose a hand, but it was clear that the two girls were each other’s soft spot. Beyond what happened the night of the blood moon, it was clear they had an indescribable connection to each other that was certainly not to be trifled with. Residents of Nevermore honestly could not decide who was scarier when pissed off, especially when it came to the safety of the other.
By the end of the semester, the raven and werewolf duo are nearing the upper limits of their bond, with Wednesday just straight up sitting in Enid’s lap at almost all times and the two wrapping their arms around each other anytime they were walking anywhere. Accommodations had already been arranged months ago when a teacher had quite foolishly tried to separate Wednesday and Enid to opposite sides of the classroom and Enid had nearly fully wolfed out in broad daylight and nowhere near the full moon and Wednesday had almost a full blown meltdown of her own.
Surprisingly enough, it was the rest of their classmates that had given that teacher a verbal lashing that would be spoken of for multiple generations of students at the school. It was clear that Wednesday and Enid had earned a certain reputation amongst the school’s student body and it wasn’t one of fear or shunning, but rather the two girls had sacrificed nearly everything both for each other and the entire school. Just because Wednesday and Enid could more than handle themselves, they had plenty of allies now to stand by them when necessary.
So now, Wednesday and Enid are given accommodations that allow them to remain close at all possible times. And after some not-so-subtle encouragement from some of their friends (Yoko nearly tearing her hair out as she screamed “JUST KISS HER ALREADY YOU OBLIVIOUS, GAY-AS-FUCK GOTH GIRL!”) Wednesday and Enid came together and easily became Nevermore’s most popular couple, much to Wednesday’s chagrin from all the attention. Thankfully their friend group was almost scarily good at ensuring the young couple had plenty of privacy and space from the rest of the school to be together.
And um my brain is empty now so I’ll end it here lol. Hope y’all liked this. I’ll reblog it later so people can see it lol.
After a particularly tough game, Enid waits in the locker room for all her teammates and everyone to leave. Once she’s alone, she texts her girlfriends to come in. When they enter the empty locker room, Enid smiles and pulls off her shirt, revealing her bare torso, sweaty and slightly bruised.
The werewolf looks at Wednesday specifically and summons her closer with her finger, the raven obeying immediately, recognizing the dark look in Enid’s eyes. As soon as Wednesday is close, Enid grabs her head and shoves it into her smelly armpit, demanding Wednesday to breathe in her scent. The seer moans loudly at the action and moans even louder as she takes in her much stronger girlfriend’s smell. She’s always obsessed with how all her girlfriends smell when they’re all sweaty, but Enid in particular smells damn near divine like this.
The other girls sit down on the bench opposite of the werewolf and raven, watching the show in front of them as they all slide a hand into their own pants. Enid wraps her arm around Wednesday’s head, keeping her face pressed against her armpit while she pulls down her shorts and exposes her pussy to the room, also sweaty from the game. With another simple gesture with her finger, Enid gets all three of the other girls onto their knees, desperately licking up her juices, sweat and otherwise.
They keep licking and licking until Enid cums three times, receiving one orgasm from each of them. Finally, Enid lets Wednesday out from her armpit, the short girl practically high from her scent at this point, and lays her across her lap.
Enid orders Bianca to finger Wednesday while the werewolf spanks her, letting out some of her frustration from the game onto the raven’s perky little butt. Wednesday of course is all too happy to be her dominant wolf’s outlet for all her frustrations. But Enid doesn’t let Wednesday cum right away, no, she orders Bianca to edge the poor girl until Enid finishes the spanking, letting them both know that Wednesday will be receiving 100 spanks that night.
Wednesday gets through the spanking and the edging like such a good girl and finally receives her reward, her four girlfriends all showering her with praise while Bianca finger-fucks her to an absolutely explosive orgasm, leaving the seer a melted, boneless puddle. Enid redresses Wednesday, then dresses herself and picks up the tiny raven and carries her out to the car. The girls all go home and engage in their loving aftercare properly.
The curtain parted. Kent and Principal Thropp exited. Kent helped her set up the camera to record
Xavier: -a bit nervous- Principal Thropp? I am still allowed to be here right?
Principal Thropp: yes you are. Kent, will you get me a cup of the Pepino agua fresca
Kent went over and poured the principal a cup.
Next out from the curtain was Tom Burton. Principal Thropp began filming and gave Mr Burton the cue
Mr Burton: greetings. As you may or may not know I am Tom Burton. I am currently filming a three episode story The Devil for the series Tales from the Other Sides here in Jericho based on a story written by your friend Wednesday Addams. For your Girls Night you were having a hot wing contest. Talk of one of the cast’s appearance on a hot sauce challenge came up in one of our recent table readings. A couple other cast members wanted to see her eat them. Wednesday brought up this event. It was not going to be a spectacle but Mr Johnson arrived and demanded to know where certain cast members were and well here we are.
Ajax: what the heck?
Enid: oh my god.
Mr Burton: so contestants. Xavier Thorpe! Take your seat at the table. At the end please
Xavier took his seat.
Mr: Burton: playing Hela Diaz, Harley López- Ortega
Xavier: - whining as Harley took her seat next to him- I want to sit next to Wednesday
Harley: deal with it -she wanted to say something different and in a harsher tone be refrained because they were on camera -
Mr Burton: next Wednesday Addams. She submitted her story that we are adapting
Wednesday emerged from the curtain and sat next to Harley
Mr Burton: final challenger The Foundation Doug Johnson who is one of the executive producers
He emerged and sat next to Wednesday
Mr Johnson: your friend seems like he really wants to sit next to you. Why don’t you switch with Harley
Xavier: yes! Wednesday, listen to The Foundation!!
Harley: I’m offended! -mockingly placing a hand to her chest- first you tell me my guacamole isn’t the best because I use lime and mix in my pico de gallo instead of using apple cider vinegar and peas? Now you don’t want to sit next to me? -gasping-
The gang laughed at Xavier
Mr Burton: also joining us this evening from the cast are Alyssa Yasutake, Frankie George, and Pippa Waller!
The trio walked out waving, then gathered just in front of the camera taking seats on on ground
Mr Burton: now let’s get this challenge started! Kent, Enid? Wednesday said the two of you would be preparing the nuggets?
Wednesday emerged from behind the curtain with a cart full of milk, cottage cheese, lemonade, orange juice, tomato juice, bread, rice and tortillas as well as more salsa and guacamole. She arranged them all on the challenge table
Xavier: hey there, gorgeous! The guac and spa waters are delicious did you make them?
Harley, pushing a cart with the bowls of the chicken nuggets they prepared for the challenge and serving bowls, Pippa, with the hot sauce bottles, Alyssa and Frank each with more agua fresca. They put them all in their places
Harley: I made the guacamole. And what the fuck did you just call the agua fresca I made?
Xavier: spa water. I saw it on TikTok. I love the guac but it would be much better if you used apple cider vinegar and put some pico on the top!
Harley: Wednesday? Who is this clown?
Everyone was in shock at who had just emerged from the curtains
Xavier: who you calling a clown? I said what I said. Your guac is good. Great even. But the best guac is made with apple cider vinegar
Harley: lime. Lots of lime. Jalapeño and cilantro. Lemon is acceptable if you don’t have lime. But I prefer lime. Don’t you dare say you add peas
Xavier: oh my god! I knew it was missing something! Yes!
Harley: dude? Do you even know any LatinoHispanic people?
Xavier: I know Wednesday! She’s my girlfriend
Wednesday: I would rather pull my tongue out than put peas in my guacamole. And for the last time I am not your girlfriend
Kent peered out from the curtains
Kent: um Wednesday? Can you and the crew come back into the room for a sec?
Wednesday, Harley, Alyssa, Pippa and Frank returned behind the curtains. Xavier tries to follow but Ajax put his foot out and tripped him
Xavier: -on the ground after face planting- what the hell dude! You tripped me! Kent can be in the room?! Why can’t I?
Enid: I am not allowed in my room right now, Xavier
Divina, Yoko and Bianca walked up
Bianca: are we not going to talk about who was just out here?
Yoko: Harley made the guac, salsa and agua fresca?
Divina: and Alyssa, Frank and Pippa are here too?
Xavier: who?
Ajax: Harley Lopez-Ortega, Frankie George, Alyssa Yasutake, and Pippa Waller.
Enid: can you believe she got them to come to our Girls Night? Wednesday actually befriended them. Can you believe that? She said that Harley has really embraced Hela and is clashing with Ms Rowling brilliantly
Behind the curtain in the dorm room.
Principal Thropp: have you started the hot sauce challenge?
Wednesday: not yet. We only took out the food
Harley: -seeing Mr Burton- are we going to have to cut the night short?
Mr Burton: oh not at all. Elphaba will be filming. Doug wants to join the challenge
Frankie: are you sure? Jackson and I room with Harley and she makes some pretty spicy food.
Alyssa: I love Korean and Thai food And some of Harley’s food is spicy
Pippa: I’ve seen people gag and cry eating the same wings Harley hardly broke a sweat over
Mr Johnson: bring it on! They don’t call me The Foundation for nothing
Harley: we did prep for four people to take the challenge. Myself, Wednesday, the clown and one more
Wednesday: is Mr Johnson going to fit through the window?
So Pregnant Wednesday can be pretty cranky on some of her harder days where her hormones are just out of control. But she’s also very cranky when she’s sleepy.
Though it’s a very different type of cranky when she’s sleepy. She acts all grumpy and grumbly when she’s tired, and she’s pouting constantly when she’s not yawning lol. If she’s not given what she wants (usually always cuddles) she’ll often give her wives the cold shoulder (while also scooting closer to them)
Grumpy, sleepy Wednesday is just about as adorable as every other version of Wednesday according to the girls lol. But when she’s finally smushed up in bed between her wives, with their arms all wrapped around her, Wednesday is content and can usually fall right to sleep! 🥰🥰
(If anyone has any Pregnant Wednesday ideas, please send asks! Gimme gimme gimme!!)
Kent: most of the gang have arrived. Only Xavier has yet to arrive
Wednesday: if he decides to arrive early as I he will? He’s still got about an hour
Harley: -snickering- now that’s a twist. Usually one tells someone to arrive early because they are always late.
Kent: well. We don’t actually want him to show up at all. But he usually does anyway
Harley: he’s the one taking the hot sauce challenge right? I can’t wait. Looks like you got some sauce I haven’t tried
Harley got a text
Harley: oh! It looks like Pip, Alyssa and Frank are at the gate
Wednesday: Kent, go get them. Bring them up to the room. Here’s my key. Harley and I will finish prepping the nuggets
Kent: okay. Let me take the chips and dip out
Kent took the dip out then returned to fetch Harley’s co stars
Kent: I’ll be back
Outside on the roof Xavier showed up
Xavier: hey. Where’s Wednesday?
Enid: preparing the nuggets and hot sauce
Xavier: I can’t wait! I’ve watched those challenges. They look so fake! Especially the one with Harley Lopez-Ortega. No way she breezed through it like that the big tough guys cried. I’m going to help Wednesday
The fact that Wednesday used the word "howdy" while trying to frighten people PROVES that Enid makes her feel some type of way. My girl gay panicked so hard that she thinks "howdy" is declaration of war now
Enid driving while Wends gives her road head while Bianca, Yoko and Divina doing hand stuff in the back
Mmmm car sex 😋😋
Let’s start with the girls in the back, shall we?
Yoko’s been teasing all of them this whole damn trip, it was really only a matter of time that they found a way to get revenge on her. The vamp is too cocky and flirty for her own good sometimes, and someone needs to put her in place 🤭🤭🤭
So Yoko is sat in the middle seat of the back, scrolling through porn on her phone while Bianca and Divina are pretending to be doing their own things on their phones. But unbeknownst to the vampire, they’re texting each other, waiting for the perfect time to set their plan into motion. They finally decide to start when they’ve reached a point of the drive where there isn’t a rest stop or any sort of building for miles on in any direction. With a simple confirmation text, they begin.
It starts simple, they just put their hands on each of Yoko’s thighs, lightly rubbing and squeezing. Nothing too crazy, though Yoko notices immediately. But she still has no idea what’s in store for her. Soon enough, though, the two sirens start gliding closer and closer to her center, her baggy pants offering a barrier between their hands and her slit. Yoko’s breath catches as Divina’s hand just barely grazes against that one spot and she looks up at the two girls, but they’re both looking at their phones, pretending they’re not doing anything.
Yoko swallows as she looks back at her phone and tries to pretend she isn’t affected, but that idea is shattered immediately when Bianca’s finger deliberately drags up her pussy over her pants. The unexpected contact pulls a moan out of the vampire and Enid immediately snaps at her to keep quiet because she’s trying to drive, but Yoko notices the shit-eating grin on the werewolf’s face and she realizes that all of them were in on this whole plan. And she then realizes that she is so completely fucked.
The teasing goes on for a while longer, neither siren giving the vampire much more than light, grazing touches over her clothed center.
But eventually, it turns into more. Yoko is unable to even hold her phone up anymore as she pants and does her best to keep quiet, when suddenly, Bianca slips her hand beneath Yoko’s pants and grabs between her legs with her whole hand. And Yoko has to cover her mouth to muffle the sound that erupts from her throat. Then, Divina takes the initiative to pull down the vampire’s pants, exposing her lower half completely except her pussy, still covered by Bianca’s hand. As Yoko looks to her left and right, she sees that her girlfriends are no longer pretending. They’re both looking directly at her, Bianca on her left and Divina on her right. And Yoko has never felt smaller or more helpless and she can’t pretend for even a second not to absolutely love it.
The sirens get bolder now, with each of them using a hand to grope Yoko’s tits over her shirt while their other hands remain between Yoko’s thighs. The dark-haired girl struggles to remain quiet, desperate to obey Enid’s order and not earn herself a bigger punishment. Bianca moves her hand finally and begins circling the vampire’s clit with her middle finger, grazing it lightly every now and then and shooting sparks of pleasure through Yoko’s body, causing it to relax and tense all at the same time and her head falls back against the seat.
Divina moves away from Yoko’s boob to spread the girl’s thighs open, giving Bianca free access to continue teasing the vampire, who also abandons her tits to hold her left leg open. Meanwhile, Divina slips her hands under Yoko’s shirt and starts groping her chest properly and as she does, she gets Yoko to look at her and starts making out with her almost aggressively.
Divina swallows all of Yoko’s whimpers and whines as Bianca teases her endlessly.
Wednesday looks back at the show in the back seat, but her attention is pulled away by a chuckle from beside her. Enid takes small, quick peeks at the seer, keeping her attention on the road. She pats her thigh, directing Wednesday’s attention down to her lap as she carefully pulls her shorts down and exposes her throbbing girlcock. The raven’s eyes darken and she immediately obeys the unspoken command, leaning over and wrapping her lips around Enid’s penis and sucking eagerly and carefully.
End <3
(Yeah, I know this is dogshit but I don’t give a fuck, trust me I hate more than you do)
Omg imagine auntie Bianca and baby Wednesday (and little Raven ofc) having a picnic and while Wednesday is “feeding” little Raven, Bianca looks up and sees a bunch of Raven surrounding them near the trees. Bianca is definitely lowkey freaking the fuck out.
Also same, I watched the marvels for the plot (her)
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