2023 Tropes & Fandoms: Square: 45/Star - Trope: Creature

2023 MPF Tic Tac Toe: Square: Middle/Right - Prompt: Writing

Additional Note: I personally like to think of the Wednesday series as an extension of the 90's live action Addams Family movies, rather than a completely new standalone reboot. Therefore, this story reflects that continuation to a small degree.

All I Feel is You

"Oh, Wednesday, dear, that's wonderful!" Morticia gushed during the emergency crystal ball call her daughter had placed in order to give her mother the details of the latest eye-opening vision she had experienced during her kiss with Tyler. After all, it had taken even her by surprise...and she decided she needed some guidance with the unforeseen situation.

Therefore, she had reluctantly turned to her mother for advice. After all, Morticia Addams was the expert in all things both romantic and murderous in nature.

"So, your young man is actually the Hyde," Morticia continued. "That's very exciting news. We've never had one of them in the family before. Therefore, you simply must bring him home for the semester break. Grandmama will be thrilled at the possibility of little Hyde great-grandchildren."

"I'll see what I can do, Mother," Wednesday answered truthfully...and she would have blushed at the obvious insinuation if her pale cheeks had not been so stubbornly bloodless in the first place. "However, Tyler doesn't know that I know the truth, yet...so I don't know how he'll react. Plus, we have a few issues to sort out. He did attack Eugene, after all. Not only that, but his Hyde side already has a Master who has him at her beck and call."

"Yes, that certainly will not do," her mother agreed. "However, I am not worried about where his loyalties will lie when you are done with him. After all, you have all the right equipment to sway him to your side. You do take after me in that department." Wednesday could clearly see Morticia's smirk as her hands skimmed down her body to emphasize her hourglass figure. "In fact, the women in our family have always been as skilled at seduction as any Siren. Therefore, once you have your way with the boy, he will be absolutely and completely yours. Whereas his current Master has obviously bound him with pain, you will bind him with pleasure. It's a foregone conclusion as to whose bindings will be stronger."

Wednesday could only nod in agreement with her mother's analysis of the situation. After all, she only had to look as far as her father's absolute devotion to the woman to see the truth in her mother's statement. Plus, she could not help but to remember, even though she had been younger then, how completely sexually spellbound Uncle Fester had also been to his Black Widow of a wife during their marriage...as brief as it had been.

Morticia saw her daughter's acknowledgement and smiled. "Now, I know that you are new at this, Dear," she continued fondly, "so let me tell you exactly what to do...once you get him alone...to put him - mind, body, and soul - under your power."

The following...and quite enlightening conversation...continued on for quite some time after that until they were interrupted by Enid's arrival back at the room she shared with Wednesday. At first, the young werewolf apologized for the interruption. However, she quickly became enthralled once she realized what the subject matter of the mother/daughter chat was, and immediately joined in on the impromptu "how-to" session.

"Would that work on a Gorgon, too?" she asked excitedly at one point, even while her face burned in both embarrassment and intrigue at the same time. After all, werewolves were emotional creatures by nature and notoriously bad at hiding their feelings.

"Oh, yes!" Morticia purred in response, however, which set the young woman at ease at once. "It would work on any man...and even some women, as well!"

As Wednesday waited for Tyler in the woods, she was glad that she had turned down Enid's offer to come with her because the other girl had been worried about the possibility of unexpected danger. However, even though Wednesday felt a bit of uncharacteristic nervousness at the thought of what she was about to do, she did not doubt that it would be better if she were alone. Tyler had to know that she trusted him in order for the plan to work.

Plus, she definitely did not want an audience for what would probably happen afterwards!

After all, Wednesday was not her mother and father, who had never bothered to hide their attraction or affection...and who had even been arrested for Public Indecency too many times to count. Therefore, she...at one time or the other...had seen it all. However, even though she had always admired the obvious power her mother held over her father because of their physical relationship, she had never been much interested in those kinds of acts herself.

At least, that was what she had thought...until she remembered that flash of the vision where Tyler was naked and covered in blood. Then the spreading warmth throughout her body immediately replaced any doubt that she had. She also knew that it meant she had simply just had not been ready for such a step before. Her mother had often referred to her as a late bloomer, after all.

Apparently, she was not alone in her preferences, either. In fact, when she had reluctantly told her mother the truth, Morticia just laughed.

"Don't worry, my darling," she explained to her daughter fondly. "The women in our family have apparently always been extremely attracted to potentially dangerous mates...and we tend to bond for life, as well...as short as that case may be, considering the danger factor. At any rate, when the right one for us comes along, we just know. That's why there has never been anyone for me since I met your father at Nevermore, as well."

That fact had actually relieved Wednesday's mind quite a bit – especially since she had not been able to understand from the very beginning why she had been so drawn to a normie guy like Tyler in the first place. After all, none of the Nevermore students...male or female...had interested her at all in that way...and they were all outcasts in some way or the other, as well. Now she knew for sure, however, that...with such a condition...Tyler was certainly no normie. That explained a lot...like why her heart currently started to race with excitement when she saw him approach the secluded location she had chosen.

"I got Thing's message," Tyler told her right as he arrived before he also asked, "Is this a date?" After all, murderous monster or not, he was still obviously confused by her invitation – especially since she ran off so quickly after their kiss.

"That depends on how you respond to this conversation," Wednesday replied with her normal deadpan calm, however...no matter how unsteady she felt inside. "After all, even though you purposely misled me, I am willing to look past that now that I know for sure that you are actually the Hyde. Clearly, you were just trying to protect yourself. Self preservation has always been an admirable quality to an Addams, though, so that is not a problem. Plus, you did save me from Rowan, as well. I find that to be even more commendable."

"Wh...what?" Tyler stammered, clearly shocked by the turn of the conversation.

Wednesday laid out the facts for him then, to which he only had one reply.

"If you're so sure that I'm the Hyde, aren't you scared to be alone with me?" he asked quite seriously.

"Why would you assume that I am afraid of the Hyde?" she responded in the same vein.

"Aren't you?"

"Not particularly. After all, I realize now that he never actually attacked me...only tried to frighten me away from the old Gates mansion. That makes much more sense to me now."

Tyler paused to put all of the information together, before he came to a startling conclusion.

"Wait! Are you saying that you actually like the Hyde?"

"Not exactly, Tyler. I'm saying that I like you. Yes, in a more than friends way. We both know that's not easy for me to admit...so don't make me say it again. At any rate, I've come this far, so I might as well go ahead and tell you that I also don't mind the fact that you happen to be the Hyde." Wednesday knew that the current moment was as good as any to show her hand – especially since it was even the truth. "In fact, I think the knowledge actually makes me like you even more than I did before."

"So thinking that I'm the Hyde...What?...Turns you on?" Tyler asked in a sarcastic tone that he hoped covered up his confusion...as well as his burgeoning sense of longing for her to really feel that way...while he also desperately tried to remain in control of himself during the unexpected conversation.

"Exactly."

"What? Really?" The idea obviously startled him...for a lot of reasons...including the fact that he was, despite everything else, still a typical hotblooded human teenage male most of the time.

"Really." Wednesday answered simply as she moved closer to him and placed her hand on his chest.

That did it. Tyler swallowed hard. "Look, Wednesday," he finally told her with a shaky voice as he also ran his hand through his hair nervously. "You're sending me all kinds of signals again...and I...I just don't know what to do with them."

"Well, I would have thought that should be fairly obvious," she replied matter-of-factly as she stepped even closer before she pushed him up roughly against the old stone wall. Wednesday found that she loved the feeling of power that surged through her when she heard his breath catch in his throat and saw his Adam's Apple bob frantically. In fact, it was exactly what Morticia had said would happen at such a moment.

It was quite annoying that her mother always seemed to be right, but it was also reassuring to have confirmation that the situation was going exactly as planned.

Therefore, Wednesday proceeded. "Since you don't seem to understand, though, I guess we'll have to start from the beginning." Wednesday then leaned forward slightly as she gave into the particular temptation to kiss that part of his throat that she had just been admiring. However, it was common knowledge that there had been vampires in the Addams family tree, so Wednesday realized that the impulse might have simply come from genetic instincts.

Nevertheless, she did not bite. She would save that for later. In fact, her lips just continued to slide gently across his Adam's Apple...and the sensitive skin there...until his breath hitched again. His hands finally came to grasp her shoulders, as well...and she knew she had him, then!

Consequently, it was time for his confession.

"I'm curious, though. Will this bring the Hyde out?" She therefore asked quietly against his throat as she let her breath continue to tickle the sensitive area there while she waited for his answer.

She was not disappointed.

"I don't think so, but I don't really know about this," he finally admitted breathlessly. "I've never actually had the opportunity to find out."

Gotcha! she crowed to herself as more of that new powerful feeling surged through her and left her feeling oddly eager for the second part of her plan. After all, getting him to admit that he was the Hyde was only step one. Step two would be much more interesting.

"Well, now's your chance," she murmured as she looked up at him and pressed herself even closer where she could feel his obvious interest in what she was doing to him.

"What? Here?" he asked, and his voice was ragged and unsteady. However, he retained enough presence of mind to look around at their unappealing surroundings. It was all stone ruins and forest.

Wednesday paused then and felt a sudden disappointment in herself that she had not really thought more about their location when she had developed her plan of seduction. After all, in her inexperience, she thought that any relatively flat surface might do. However, she currently realized that now that the idea had become even more appealing to her, she would vastly prefer something a little more comfortable.

"Do you have a better place in mind?" she asked him.

"I...I...never took our date night stuff out of the crypt," he admitted, still a bit shaky and nervous...but also very excited...by where things seemed to be headed between them. "Just in case you wanted to go back."

"Good work, Tyler. That will be perfect," she declared her honest approval. "Let's go, then."

"N...now?" He swallowed hard again as he hoped against hope that he had not misread her signals this time.

"Now!" she clarified firmly.

She did not have to tell him twice. In fact, in his obvious eagerness, Tyler grabbed her hand and ran towards the cemetery.

Once they reached their destination and caught their breath, it became obvious that he had regained some of his usual confidence. In fact, he leaned her against Crackstone's vault and finally kissed her again for the first time since she had run away after her vision. There was no such interruption this time, and after some consideration, Wednesday found that she liked it...quite a bit...even more so than she had before. She even decided that maybe for their next time...just for fun...she might let him take the lead.

For their first time, however, it was extremely important to her plan that she be in complete control. Therefore, she quickly reversed their positions and slammed him up against the vault instead.

Tyler did not seem to mind her roughness, at all. In fact, an involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped from him before he followed her lead...just like a puppy on a leash. That was exactly what Wednesday wanted from him and so, as a reward, she finally began to undress him. As she did so, she relished every sharp intake of breath and tremble that her touch obviously elicited because it simply fueled her increasing feelings of feminine power.

When he was completely naked, she looked him over approvingly, first. After all, she had only seen his chest before when she patched him up after their apparently ironic-for-obvious-reasons misadventure at the Gates Mansion. What she had seen then had been quite annoyingly attractive, however. Fortunately, the rest of his body seemed to match up nicely in comparison.

A little pale...a bit freckly...but he's definitely got all the right equipment. He'll do, she surmised with a surge of unexpected anticipation for what was about to occur.

Consequently, she took him firmly in hand...so to speak...and led him over to the piles of blankets and pillows that had been there since their date - before she pushed him down on the makeshift bed as she, still fully dressed, stood over him for a moment.

Then her feeling of power grew much stronger as she started to undress herself in front of him. She watched him with keen satisfaction as his eyes eagerly followed her every move while she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. In actuality, she would have preferred to leave it on for the first time, but her mother had assured her that at least a partial view of her breasts would be an essential element for the control process. After all, apparently men were simple creatures in that regard. The groan that came from Tyler's direction at the sight, even though she had left her bra on, meant that...as much as she hated to admit it...her mother's instructions had been dead-on once more!

Therefore, Wednesday continued to follow the woman's sage directions as she slipped her panties off from beneath her uniform skirt. She stopped there, however, as Morticia had also informed her that sometimes less was more and that the boy's imagination would be even more wildly active the first time...which would in turn increase the level of power she held over him. Since she knew that power...and lots of it...was the key to overthrowing his Master and swaying the Hyde to her side, Wednesday was determined to get it just right.

It turned out that the woman had been correct yet again, since, by that time, the very naked...and obviously very turned on...Tyler was practically writhing with anticipation on the floor. Therefore, Wednesday knew it was time. First, she handed him one of the foil packets that Enid had shyly slipped to her earlier and waited for him to utilize it. Once he had finished that awkward, but necessary, bit of business, she closed the rest of the distance between them.

"Listen closely," she said, as before she settled herself over him in just the right position, "and know this, Tyler Galpin. I'm the one who is going to be your Master...your Mistress...your Everything...from now on!" As soon as they left her mouth, the words hit them both forcefully...as if with the power of a magical spell. Upon consideration, Wednesday thought that it might even have been a distinct possibility since Crackstone had been right about one thing. There were indeed witches in the family line, as well...and sex magic would definitely have been right up their alley!

Feeling quite a bit of satisfaction at the thought of joining such a prestigious sisterhood, Wednesday finally made her move and the strangled sound of pleasure that came from below her actually made her smile - despite the quick stab of not-quite-pain she felt at the motion herself. When Tyler's hands instinctively found her hips, however, the slight discomfort quickly faded, and that special feeling of power infused her entire being again as she began to move in earnest.

It was over all too soon, however, and she was actually quite disappointed when she had to still her movements because the young man had become undone into a gasping, quivering mess beneath her. Not that she was really surprised at the quick effectiveness of the technique. After all, she had apparently learned from the best! Plus, she had known from the beginning that the first time was going to have to be all about him. In fact, it was of key importance to the plan.

She was surprisingly touched, though, when Tyler, still breathing hard from the experience, reached up to pull her down for a gentle kiss.

"Th...thank you," he whispered raggedly. "I think you've saved me."

To her further surprise, Wednesday did not feel the need to resist when he continued to pull her down completely to lay beside him. In fact, she found that her head fit comfortably in the crook of his shoulder as he covered them both with a blanket before he continued his explanation.

"I wanted to tell you, you know. But I was worried that I wouldn't be able to stop her, that I wouldn't be able to resist her order if she told me to really hurt you...just like I couldn't completely stop myself when she told me to take out Eugene when she thought he had seen her at the cave. I tried, though, I really did. I held back as much as I could...but her power over me was too much - especially since she was the one who activated the Hyde in the first place. I know he's your friend, though, so I need for you to know that I'm sorry I hurt him. After all, I like the kid...and I'm glad I didn't..." He took a deep breath to steady himself before he continued. "I'm pretty sure it's going to be okay, now, though," Tyler paused as he turned over to face her. "After all, I don't feel her at all, anymore. She's not in my head or under my skin now. She can't tell me what to do...can't force me, anymore...because now...well...all I feel is you."

At the sound of those heartfelt words, Wednesday's heart flooded with something she could not quite describe. After all, she had never felt it before. However, it was disgustingly warm and soft and she had a sneaky suspicion that it was exactly the same thing that kept her mother as interested in her father as he obviously was in her.

Therefore, when enough time had passed for him to regain his energy, and Tyler rolled them both over to kiss her again and cover her body with his own, Wednesday let him do so without any reservations, whatsoever. In fact, she found that she was even impatient to continue the experience herself.

Nevertheless, for their second time, she made sure to guide his inexperienced, but enthusiastic, hands and mouth to the places that needed a little more attention which, her mother had so eagerly informed both her and Enid, would help to ensure their own personal enjoyment in the process, as well.

"The poor fellow won't automatically know how to do it himself," she had told them, "so you will have to educate him."

Damn! The woman was right again! was all Wednesday could think, however, after she also finally came undone herself for the very first time when what felt like a minor explosion rocked her body...right before Tyler collapsed into a heap beside her, as well.

"Oh, wow!" was all that he managed to say, even though he could not stop smiling.

Wednesday actually felt the corner of her lips turn up, as well, at the look of devotion that she already saw in his eyes, when he leaned over to kiss her.

Wow, indeed!

A short time later, they both redressed and prepared to go their separate ways since Wednesday knew that she had to get back to the school. Enid, in particular, would be worried about her...and her mother would want an update, as well. Plus, she had to speak to Principal Weems and tell her what she now knew...and make arrangements to trap the real monster.

"So...what happens now that you control the Hyde?" Tyler finally asked. "Are you going to use it to wreak revenge on your enemies, too?"

"No. You don't have to worry about that because I prefer to handle those sort of things myself. It's much more satisfying that way." Wednesday replied with all seriousness as she spared a nostalgic thought for summer camps on fire and swimming pool piranhas. "In fact, I think I would much rather have you as my partner-in-crime than just a minion, anyway." The thought alone, much less the fact that she actually said it aloud to him, surprised Wednesday greatly. Nevertheless, she realized that it was still the truth. Therefore, she just shrugged so nonchalantly at his incredulous look that it immediately morphed into a cheerfully relieved grin, instead.

"However, he still might be needed to take her down!" she added vehemently when she continued to think about it.

After all, she was completely disappointed in herself...What kind of detective am I?...since she had been blindsided by Tyler's news that Thornhill was actually the mastermind behind it all. However, that woman did not know that the Hyde was no longer hers to control. Therefore, Wednesday had formulated a plan.

"In fact, I'll probably have to use you as bait," she informed him. The news did not seem to bother Tyler a bit, though.

"Wednesday Addams...after what happened here tonight...you can use me anyway you want, anytime you like!" he responded enthusiastically and he continued to grin merrily as he bent down to kiss her again.

Her own lips curled up in satisfaction at the proof that her plan had worked...and perhaps for another reason, as well...especially when he took her hand and walked with her all the way back to the Nevermore gates before he kissed her again and told her goodbye with such obvious reluctance.

Due to those suspicious new feelings that now dwelled within her, Wednesday even found that she looked forward to seeing him again on the next day. After all, they had made plans to meet at the Weathervane to hash out the details to catch the devious imposter in the act...and in such a way as to not implicate Tyler himself in the process.

Perhaps, hopefully, they would even find some time then for another training session afterwards. Wednesday had always heard that practice makes perfect. Therefore, if imperfection could do that to her, she found herself quite eager to find out exactly what calibre of explosion that perfection itself would detonate!

Somehow, she was sure that Tyler would not mind putting in the time and effort to figure that out, as well.

...

In the meantime, however...after she appeased the curiosity of her mother and her roommate, of course...and spoken to Principal Weems, as well...Wednesday had some serious writing to do!

After all, the experts had always advised to write what you know. Since Wednesday now had a whole new area of experience under her belt...quite literally, in fact...and her book had become her own personal looking glass, anyway...she decided to spend that day's hour...and probably quite a bit more...of writing time to spice up her murder mystery novel a bit.

In fact, not only was her main character, Viper De La Muerte, about to discover a whole new way to add excitement and pleasure to her life, but...maybe...just maybe...the misunderstood teenage detective might actually even get to fall in love in the process, as well.