My Finest Creation (Male! Wednesday Addams x Mad Scientist Reader)

Chapter 4: In the Dark of the Night

Hello my lovely flowers & welcome to chapter 4.
I don't know if the translator off my phone if accurate, so bare with me.
Also, grab some milk because it's about to get spicy up in here!
Warning: A bit of blood play 
Hope you enjoy ^^
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Author's P.O.V

It's blatantly obvious that Fester Addams, or Gordon Craven, is a man that has seen some shit but nothing like this. All the man wanted to do was find the Addamses vault, grab the loot, and get out. But instead, he was standing just outside his bedroom, watching as his supposed nephew came stumbling out of y/n's chosen one looking like he was attacked by a wild animal that had a thing for black lipstick. 

I mean, this boy was a hot mess.

The ravenette leaned against the wall for support while y/n leaned against her bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest and a satisfied smirk on her face. We all know Wednesday Addams as apathetic, sharp, sadistic, and hates everything good. But add a hint of Creature and he's more helpless than a squirrel that got snatched up by a hawk. His normally tamed hair was disheveled and all over the place. His eyes were glazed over in a daze, and he looked like he'd pass out at any second. The black dress shirt he had on was shredded and torn, revealing his toned chest and abs littered with hickeys and black lipstick stains. They went from his neck and trailed all the way down to his exposed happy trail since his pants were unbuttoned and a certain someone still had his boxers.

"Ciao, Wednesday.~" Y/n purred, watching as the said male pushed himself off the wall and stumbled into his room...

Damn, Creature. What the hell did you do to him?

The h/c haired girl chuckled to herself while twirling one of her scalpels between her fingers before taking notice in Fester. The two stared at each other before the bald man quickly ducked back into his room, which asked some questions. And when you're the creative queen known as y/n Creature, that was never a good... if you're the other person.

Reader's P.O.V

'That man is honestly lucky that my bed is calling me louder than my scalpels are dying to slice flesh.' I thought, staring at Fester's bedroom door before going to bed myself.

The bed was soft, comfy, and warm, which was weird to me. I mean, I am a girl of luxury but I'd prefer mine at home. My actual bed was my late grandfather's old operating table with pulley system chains, metal restraints, and a thin white sheet as a blanket. There were even faded old bloodstains on it!

But alas, this wasn't my house, so this would have to do. The sheets were black satin and silky, matching fluffy pillows perfect for smothering someone, and the mattress itself may be queen sized, but the space was more generous than expected. It almost made it lonely. I glanced over my shoulder at the empty side of my bed. Usually, the thought of laying next to a man and being held in their arms would be the last damn thing on my mind. But if that man was Wednesday, I strangely found it tempting. And, yeah, out of force of habit, the moment I'm done bedding a man they're dead the next, but for Wednesday I may make an exception.

I smirked and bit my lip, thinking about our little activity that happened not too long ago.~

~Flash Back~

"That would mean you fancy me, Wednesday.~" I purred, pinning the raven haired male down on my bed by his wrists and straddling his hips. He glared up at me and tried to break free but this mighty huntress never let's her pray escape. 

"Release me." He demanded.

"Oh, Tesoro. I don't think so." I smirked and pressed my lips against his. I felt Wednesday stiffen but then slowly relax. Our lips mold perfectly together and I gotta say that this kiss was one of my better ones. The ones where I wouldn't mind another one.