Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Lone Wolf Pt. 4

This is for @Kim_1504 and the other lovely people who have been enjoying this series, love you all <3

Shoutout to @Browser95 who helped with the smut aspect of this, love you and your dirty mind <3

TW Warning: Mentions of Needles, Y/n will have Trypanophobia

Smut Warning: Mentions of Knotting, and breeding, but no actual intents of pregnancy

Wednesday is a Power bottom (I accidentally wrote Soft Top lol) 

"Y/n darling, come here," the sweet voice of my girlfriend beckons me over, causing me to lift my snout out from a bush I was sniffing, and trotting up to Wednesday who held my leash in hand. I whine softly, realising we must go back to the mansion now, and she gives me a small sympathetic smile, "it's ok my love, we'll be back later," she assures me sweetly. 

Her hand comes up to run along the top of my nose, trailing along my cheek until her hand comes in contact with my collar, and I stand perfectly still for her as she shifts the leather around, managing to find the metal buckle to clip the end of the leash too, harnessing me in as she wraps the extendable rope around her palm a few times, before gently tugging me forward to follow her down the familiar hiking trail back home. 

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In total, it had been nine and half months since the Hyde incident in Nevermore, and 7 months staying at the Addams family household. You would have moved back to Larissa after she made a full recovery, but with all the plans for the new school, and having the stress of being the principal, she asked you to give her time to recuperate, but you both still got around to dinner twice a week.

You of course asked to invite Wednesday after the first few times of it being just the pair of you, to which Larrissa was sceptical as you had yet to come clean to her about the braided hair girl being your lover. Once you did, you were met with a completely different Weems than you had prepared for, she had gone full-blown mother mode. 

"An Addams?" She asks, rising from her chair, both hands on the edge of the furniture, her knuckles turning white from the sheer iron grip she had on the wood, "You're dating an Addams?" She rephrased the question, which had the same meaning. 

"I uhm...y-yes Ma'am," You spoke timidly, unsure of what this meant. 

"Well, where do you sleep at the Addams house?" She interrogates, and before you can answer, she has a follow-up question, "Do they feed you properly? Have they tried killing you? Would you say you felt safe staying there? Is Morticia practising dark magic around you? What about her husband, Gomez? Is he up to no good?" The words fly out of her mouth, one inquiry after the other, leaving your brain a mess to comprehend which question you should answer first. 

"Uhm, I sleep next to Wednesday," You answer softly, quickly eating a forkful of pasta so you can refrain from answering another question right off the bat, allowing you time to speak. "And yes. no. At first no. Yes, she does. Mr Addams is still in good health as ever. I assume he is getting up to the usual mischief." You manage to disperse words for each query. 

You see her face range from a mixture of emotions in the span of 8 seconds, first absolute appalment, happy, relief, slight confusion, worry, more worry. However, your mother figure only held on to one answer, as it was haunting her mind. "And have you and Wednesday...you know?" She asks softly. 

"Pardon?" You ask, confused and slightly unsure of the motives behind that question, needing more clarification. The older woman's face flushes, sitting back down, smoothing out her dress as she clears her throat, both hands clasped politely on the table, her plate resting in the hoop of her arms. 

"I'm wondering if you and Wednesday have...fornicated," she says with a slight dismissive wave of her right hand, her cheeks burning up as she refuses to make eye contact with you. You both sat in silence for a long while, as you tried to understand what she meant, but when it clicked your face turned red.