Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Insecurities Are Reasons to Love a Person More.

Requested Anonymous + Anonymous (Two requests have been paired together) 

Request 1: can you do a Wednesday oneshot where the reader is not comfortable with her body and she tries to hide it to Wednesday and when Weds wants to do things more physical we find excuses but at one point our wifey notices something is wrong, and she gets us to open up and comfort us. 

Request 2: Can you make a chapter with sub g!p Wednesday (if you want) where she's been dating fem reader for a year and they celebrate their anniversary with a spicy night? 

Notes for this story:-

Y/n will be plus-sized/ chubby in this chapter. Wednesday will be G!P and submissive. There will be smut. 

Being plus-sized wasn't all it was cut out to be. People assumed you'd be happy with your curves and your thicker thighs and the fact that you had a slight pudge to your stomach. But they were wrong. They had no idea of the mental struggles you went through when it came to your image. 

You hated having a bigger bust than most girls. Always having to wear baggy shirts just so you have something to fit. Or the fact that you had to get one size up from your actual size when it came to jeans or any form of lower half wear, just so you didn't feel like you were purposefully making a show of your figure. 

Growing up, you had heard it all when you were going through your pubescent changes, 'wow, you're lucky to be that gifted, all the guys will want you,' or 'maybe you should slim down a bit? Save some for the rest of us girls'. It was irritating how everyone thought you had everything you wanted when really, you wished you were smaller, thinner, and normal. 

You hated that your thighs got a little bigger when you sat down or when you bent down to pick something; you could feel the constant reminder of your heaviness press against you. You hated the stretch marks that surrounded your hips and thighs. You hated your love handles; you detested everything about yourself. You were flabby and fat. 

So, the fact that you had somehow been in a relationship with somebody for a whole year now was baffling to you. 

That person was Wednesday Addams; you had both gotten together after the whole Hyde incident. It was when she expressed that dying once that night had made her rethink how she wanted to live her life, she asked her out, and now here you were, going a full year strong. 

Don't get me wrong, you loved Wednesday with your whole heart. It was just yourself you hated. You had been reluctant with anything physical with her, such as heavy make-out sessions that had clothes coming off or sex in general. You could do the make-out sessions, the touching, the teasing, but when it started to get too intense, too real, you'd freak out and make up an excuse to her to stop.

She did stop, of course, she wasn't going to force you into anything you didn't want, but you were worried that someday she was going to leave you because she'd get fed up with waiting. It'd be a reasonable reason; you wouldn't be all that surprised if she decided to end things to find someone more willing for physical intimacy. 

It's not that you didn't want to; you wanted to. That girl could have you all hot and bothered within minutes, and you loved the feeling. You just didn't want her to see how horrible you look underneath your clothing, all your flaws and imperfections mocking you that you'll never have that perfect, smooth-skinned body you've always wanted. 

You did take care of yourself; you drank tons of water and ate the proper number of calories. You were a foodie at heart, so you weren't exactly looking to lose weight and things like that; you just wished puberty hadn't hit you so intensely.