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Hi! May I request Wednesday x fem!reader smut where they both just got back from the Rave'N, covered in blood (red paint lol), roughly making out and bringing it to the bedroom? And if so, can reader be in charge?

Mary on a Cross (Part 1.)

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x Fem! Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Making out, 18+, Unedited, Teasing, Paint consumption: please do not ever consume paint, public grinding, orgasm denial.

Additional Notes: I’m kinda scared to write Wednesday because she’s so specific of a character, but here goes nothing.

Word Count: n/a

“I’m quite overjoyed that you decided to ambush me and request I go to the dance with you after all. It was most enjoyable in the end."

You looked over at Wednesday, the girl’s once neatly braided hair clung damply and flatly to her forehead, the entirety of her body drenched with red paint.

“Of course you are,” You scoffed, “If a school dance doesn’t finish with you having a Carrie moment, was it really worthwhile?”

You certainly hadn’t missed the smile that had beamed on her face the second a drop of red liquid dripped from the ceiling down onto her pale skin, the deep crimson looking wildly out of place on her monochrome palette.

"I'm glad we're finally seeing eye to eye."

Wednesday was a difficult person to figure out, even for you. Her monotone and expressionless delivery of her thoughts not giving you any clues as to what actually goes on inside her rather intelligent head.

The both of you wondered down the numerous dimly lit abandoned corridors of Nevermore Academy, students having flocked back to their rooms and showers after the events that had signified the end of this year’s Rave’n dance.

“You do look rather exceptional covered in blood.”

“Was that…” You started, disbelief covering your face, “Was that a compliment from the Wednesday Addams?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Y/N.”

The corners of your lips upturned, “You’re going to have to be careful Wednesday, your ice cold heart might thaw.”

“Doubt it,” She spoke back hastily, her usual flat delivery back, “I’m almost certainly positive it’s still a bottomless pit of immorality.”

“Sure,” You answered, still smirking at her, “Whatever you say.”

The both of you had slowed on your journey back to her dorm, practically stopping in the middle of the deserted hallway as you spoke.

You gripped ahold of her arm, turning her body around so that she was now facing you.

“Just admit that you do have a beating heart underneath that barrier you put up, my love.”

Wednesday took your hand in her own, her hypnotic dark eyes latched onto yours as she raised it to her face, making sure your index finger was directly in front of her lips before warmth enveloped it, the Addams daughter engulfing the entire digit within her mouth. You felt her tongue lick over the underside of it, sucking her cheeks inwards simultaneously to strip your finger of the mess that was on it.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t do something to you.

Slowly, your finger departed from her mouth, her lips wrapping around the very tip before pressing an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to it, her gaze not wavering from your eyes for a single second as she did so.

“Most devastatingly, it’s still only paint.”

You couldn’t look away from her. Despite the girl being drenched in red paint, all of her hair and makeup askew, the smile that had been on her face only briefly was worth going through it all.

Giving in to your instincts, it didn't take much longer before you were roughly shoving her small body up against the wall, your lips colliding in a heated kiss. Her hands joined one another on the back of your neck, pulling your body further in towards her.

You removed her hands from around you, instead pinning them together against the space above her head, the red paint staining the wallpaper but you couldn’t care less. Wednesday's eyes filled with an emotion that didn't grace them very often around anyone but you, the small girl's dark pupils dilating. You continued your assault on her lips, enjoying the power you had over the assertive girl.

Disappointedly, Wednesday let out an involuntary whine when you pulled back slightly, not wanting the comforting touch of your lips to leave her’s. The corners of your mouth turned upwards at the noise, “Aw, what’s wrong my love?” You teasingly asked.

You got a glare in response.

“You don’t intimidate me in the slightest Wednesday Addams, you know that,” You spoke, her being hypnotised on your every word, “That’s why you tolerate me.”

You shifted your body, one of your legs creating a barrier between her thighs. Her lips parted as though she was going to say something, but she quickly shut them.

“Want to say something my little terror?”

Trapping her more firmly against the wall, you took some of her weight onto your leg, lifting her off the ground slightly so that she now had no choice but to stand on her tip toes, whilst her core was pressed firmly against your knee.

She stayed silent while you were doing all of this, her complete focus still remaining on you.

You recaptured her lips, the plump, red stained features irresistible.

Unconsciously, Wednesday began moving her hips back and forth on your knee, her breathing becoming heavier with every new wave of friction.

“Aw, look at you,” You said teasingly yet also condescendingly, “Wednesday Addams is so desperate for me that she’s getting herself off of my thigh in the middle of a corridor, where anyone could walk down at any second.”

Wednesday was a handful, anyone could tell you that. She had a knack for placing herself right into the centre of anything that could go slightly wrong, her impulsivity one of the main factors that propels that.

She just needed putting in her place sometimes, which you were more than happy to provide. And here, with her taking her own pleasure through using your body, you couldn’t love her more.

You leant in close to her ear, spilling encouragement to her as she ground herself against you. Her hips juddered, moans now accompanying her heavy breathing as she continued to chase her release.

Still tightly pinning her hands to the wall above her head, you began pressing kisses to her neck, the paint not being the most pleasant thing to have against your lips, but the noises your actions were drawing out of Wednesday being worth it. Eventually you made your way back to her face, your noses brushing against one another.

“Are you going to cum just from this?” You teased.

Her eyes were wide, mouth agape, and you could tell she was nearly there.

Everything stopped however when you realised her hands, your own going to her hips to shove them firmly against the wall, putting an end to her movements and preventing her from teetering over the edge as she so desperately craved.

Wednesday whimpered at the loss of contact, the sound so incredibly uncommon coming out of her mouth that you took great pride in being the person to have made her make it.

“Oh no. Were you enjoying that?” You mocked, your lips ghosting over hers, “I’m so sorry.”

She pushed you back, her feet fully touching the floor again before she was stumbling all over the place from need, the usually calm and collect Wednesday Addams grabbed ahold of you, leading the both of you back to her dorm silently as her want for you grew.

part 2 coming soon.

Hello Hello 👋🏻

I would like to request (NSFW) the Dimitrescu Daughters getting dominated by Reader with a strap.

Just for Fun

Bela = Bed

Cassandra = Wall

Daniela = Sink

(But of course only if you‘re comfortable with it 🙈)

Ok how about, reader is ftm and has transitioned, headcannons for the daughters (and maybe even alcina) where the reader is big on working out n they walk in on reader doing it in nothing but shorts n then nsfw happens wink wonk