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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Addams_Family_-_All_Media_Types, Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Wednesday_Addams/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Wednesday_Addams, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Not_clear_whether_full_consent_at_first_or_not,
      crossover_fic, PWP, character_bound, mention_of_drug_use, use_of
      shackles, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Wednesday_is_presumably_of_age_but
      just_in_case_I_tagged_underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-22 Words: 3466
****** Not quite sure if they wanted ******
by JaneSeverus
Summary
     PWP Excuse for Wednesday Addams x Severus Snape Smut.
     Morticia and Gomez want to become grandparents. Severus must be the
     one to do the deed.
“So will you do it?” Morticia Addams looked at the man in front of her
expectantly and felt the hand of her husband comfortingly squeeze her left
shoulder as Gomez came to stand next to her.
Her target, a man nearing his fourties with raven-like hair and equally as dark
eyes, stared back at her with a stern expression that betrayed no approval of
her just-explained plans.
“We have noticed your interest in our Wednesday and we think you’d be the
perfect candidate to provide us with a grandchild. You know, keeping things in
the family and so on.” Gomez light-heartedly added while he waved his free hand
carelessly through the air – as if he wasn’t discussing the fate of his eldest
child and the drastic changes it could mean for her life.
The man in front of them let out a heavy sigh as he placed his cup of tea,
still not nearly half of it had been sipped, on the side-table. He then folded
his hands in his lap and turned his dark gaze upon the distant relatives that
had sought him out.
Severus Snape had always assumed that there hadn’t been much family left. Not
any family that would show interest in him anyway. Ever since his mother,
Eileen Prince, had pledged herself to his father, the muggle Tobias Snape, they
had lived more like outcasts than anything else. The laughing stock of the
family, perhaps, or rather the black sheep. He never knew any aunts or uncles
because they simply refused to visit and he didn’t have a sibling to share his
worries with as he grew up. The closest thing he had to a confident had been
Lily and she died dramatically, leaving him with no one to put his trust in or
to comfort him.
The Addams were an exception. Being distantly related to the Prince’s, Snape
had seen them at gatherings while he grew up and faintly got to know them. But
they lived so terribly far away and he didn’t think he’d be of interest to
them. During the first wizard war he had helped the Dark Lord and word of it
had seemingly spread to his distant relatives for they sought him out
afterwards. Eudora Addams had been particularly interested in him. The elderly
lady proudly invited him over for a meeting and a bit of small talk. And
somewhere between the first and second wizard war Severus found himself
accepting the offer and visiting the old lady, referred to by everyone as
grandmama – and she insisted for him to call her grandmama too.  She introduced
him to her children and Severus found himself acquainted with Fester, It,
Morticia and Gomez among others. But it is this branch of the family that kept
inquiring of his health regularly. He started receiving letters from them quite
soon after their renewed acquaintance and found invitations to visit them
during his holidays.
He eventually found himself accepting the offers and thus he became more than
acquaintances with Gomez and Morticia – he became friends.  Of course, visiting
them meant seeing their children as they grew up. The pig-tailed Wednesday and
the round-faced Pugsley.
Although he loved to have found two people around his age that he could share
his concerns and adventures with, he felt closest to the butler Lurch who, in
his opinion, was actually one of the more clever inhabitants of the house.
Uncle Fester was just another leech, always trying to hear stories of his work
as a Death Eater. Cousin It was merely interested in his hairdo. Grandmama was
interested in his potion skills.
It was, in a way, a relief that the Addams children weren’t interested in him
at all unless they could grill him, or do something with electrocution to him.
He was lucky to have a high pain threshold.
And now this happened. Severus parted his lips and stroked a finger delicately
past his chin. Perhaps visiting during the Christmas Holidays had been a
mistake this year. Albus had asked him to remain in Britain to do some
important things for him. He had figured that a day or two away would help him
clear his mind but in hindsight he felt like he was wrong. He should have
stayed and helped Albus. With the impending threat of the Dark Lord returning,
Severus could feel the heat underneath his feet more than ever. With eyes
watching him on either side – Dumbledore and his freedom party and Voldemort
and his minions-  his every move would be closely watched.
“I must be honest in my confession to you, “ he started, tactfully thinking of
a way to excuse himself from the plans lain in front of him, “that what you ask
of me could only cause for you and especially for your daughter to be put into
more danger.”
Morticia’s eyes lit up and also her husband seemed to be thrilled at this news.
“But honey, we love danger.” She said, then quoted “Sic gorgiamus allos
subjectatos nunc. Let them come for us. We so very much do like a challenge.”
It seemed that her husband agreed and Severus cleared his throat, nervous when
Morticia’s eyes darted down to the bulge he had tried to conceal within his
black trousers. Out of modesty he draped part of his cloak over his lap, as if
he could deny the truth.
“I trust Wednesday has had a say in this?” He informed, not able to deny that
as she’d grown up she had managed to tempt him, to tempt his feelings. Proof of
it lay underneath the layers of fabric, trying to be hid from sight, after he’d
watched her walk by not too long ago.
Gomez cracked a smile at him. “Of course not! Wednesday is not interested in
young men such as yourself.”
Severus ignored the urge to raise a brow at this comment. He was neither a
young man nor did he like the idea presented to him. It went against his
character.
“Listen, I know Wednesday’s interest for boys might still come but as it is now
she isn’t interested in the opposite sex for anything other than the occasional
torture. And we can’t sit around and wait for her to change her mind and open
her eyes. We have decided that it’s time for us to have grandchildren and our
decision is final.” Gomez locked eyes with his wife who nodded with a pleased
smile on her face, mind made up. “So will you do it?” He asked, this time his
eyes back on Snape.
“Don’t worry about the means to it. We have everything prepared for you.”
Morticia added, making Severus wonder what she could mean by that.
The professor let out another deep sigh and rubbed a hand past his face. “I
can’t deny that I’m not tempted.”
“Excellent.” Gomez said and clapped a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “She’ll
be in her room, ready to conceive.” He coughed and quickly rectified himself,
“I mean, ready to receive you. Come on, go in. Oh, and if you need a boost….”
He turned around to grab a battle with a liquid that looked very much like
whiskey and offered it to Snape. But the professor knew the type of liquid
inside was probably some kind of aphrodisiac.
“I see Grandmama has had her say in this too.” He sardonically replied.
Gomez smiled. “I said we discussed it and decided it was time.”
So the old lady was on it too. Probably all too keen to become a great-
grandmother as well, Severus ruefully thought. For a moment he considered
taking the potion but then turned away from the option, convinced that he
wouldn’t need it.
In his time as a Death Eater he had seen worse, he had done worse. After Lily
there had been redheads he’d forced, pretty girls who hadn’t lived to tell the
tale. Not all had been his fault, but in the situation he had found himself in
refusal of something offered to him had not been an option. And in a way he had
found it therapeutic, as if he could replace Lily’s memory. He found that, of
course, he couldn’t, and he came to reflect on his deeds after the war ended,
thinking himself vile, hating himself for the things he had done and the things
he hadn’t. Lives that he hadn’t saved.
Now Wednesday was another girl and another case. She was pretty but different
than Lily. She wasn’t some shade of a memory. He could live with that, knowing
that for once he would fuck a girl he had an interest in – a genuine interest.
And Wednesday was a strong girl. She would get through this all. She had a
family standing behind her, supporting her – even if they did throw her into
the deep like this. Addams were a rare breed, made up out of pain and evil.
They could withstand a lot, they would make Voldemort an army that could not be
conquered – if only the Dark Lord would know of their existence and ask them
to. Luckily the Addams had a mind of their own that, once it was made up,
wouldn’t change. They were interested in the dark wizard and the war, but
wouldn’t work for Voldemort like mindless slaves.
He felt as if he walked towards his fate, an imaginative aisle with a red
carpet donned in front of him, each footstep a darkening spot on the stones and
evidence for the deed that was going to be portrayed.
Severus hadn’t been sure what to expect, but upon opening the doors to the
girl’s bedroom he knew that this wasn’t it. Wednesday was lain upon the bed,
shackles running from her wrists to the bedpost, but leaving enough space for
her to move her arms. She was murmuring something and seemed more asleep than
awake as he approached. Behind him the door closed and he could hear the key in
the lock. After that there wasn’t more than the sound of heavy breathing and he
wasn’t sure if it was his own or that of Gomez or Morticia, perhaps even Fester
and Grandma, standing behind the door, listening for any signs of their
devilish plan to come to fruition.
In silence, Severus donned his outer robe and noticed how the girl raised her
head with difficulty. He started to unbutton his vest and let out a low hum.
“So they drugged you so you can’t resist me.” He concluded. He didn’t need to
hear a reply from her to know this to be a fact.
She watched him as he undressed and then stepped closer. His dark eyes firm
upon his face as she tried to lean up on her elbows.
“Poor Wednesday. Had you intended to fight me?” Snape asked, the bed dipping as
he sat on his knees on the mattress. His hand reached out for her, tracing one
of her pig-tails from her head down past her shoulder, then brushing it behind
her back. She moved along with the movement and he wondered how long it would
last before whatever they had given her would stop working.
“Or did you come up with this plan on your own?”  He then asked, his eyes
darkening upon thinking that it lay among the possibilities. The girl had
always loved to torture others, who isn’t to say the shackles were a fantasy of
her own?
Upon his words her expression angered and she started to struggle. He placed
his hands firmly on her hip and brought her close. His head dipping forward and
his lips close to her ear, his breath ghosting past her skin as he spoke “I’m
going to enjoy this.”
With his face close to hers he ran his fingers down her side, lifting the black
dress she always wore before reaching underneath it. He grabbed the waistband
of her stockings and roughly yanked them down. Then he reached for her panties
and had to place a flat hand on her stomach when she started to struggle again.
He gave her a warning look and she stilled, giving him the opportunity to take
away her panties as well, his finger brushing past her clit as he did so.
A gasp escaped her lips and he received another stern gaze from her, as if she
was silently warning him. “Oh, Addams do like danger,” Snape chuckled as he
lowered himself on top of her, “But you know….” his head moved towards the side
of hers again, another whisper in her ear that sent goose bumps down her skin,
“so do I.”
Wednesday’s eyes went wide. In one careless thrust Snape had entered her
tightness, having positioned himself during the whisper to her and taking her
by surprise. A soft sound of pain or discomfort escaped her throat as he pushed
in deep. He stilled, gently running a hand past her cheek, as he muttered to
her. “My sweet, sweet Wednesday. My girl all in black. My red bride.”
She looked back at him through tear-filled eyes, hatred reflected in them but
also something akin to admiration. It urged Snape onwards and he started to
pull out of her, slowly, feeling wetness trickle down his shaft and knowing
that it had been her virginity he’d just taken.  Not trying to think of how
this thought excited him, or how the age difference between the young girl and
himself seemed to turn him on even more – she was hardly eighteen for Merlin’s
sake, what was he doing? – he started to push back in and she winced and closed
her eyes. He pulled almost out again and watched as her whole body moved along
when he pushed back inside. Mesmerised by watching her response to him, he
continued thrusting in a slow pace, hearing the slickening sounds while he felt
her get wet with each new motion. Her angered eyes had opened and had softened,
and although the frown was still there on her face, her lips that had formed a
tight line now parted in a frustrated sigh.
“Come on then, Professor Snape.” She spat at him with an anger that wasn’t
visible in her eyes. Yet Severus was confident she had added his title just to
vex him, knowing it made him aware of the differences between them. “Is this
stroking all you can do or can you actually fuck me like you mean it?”
His movements stuttered upon her words and he growled under his breath, looking
down into her eyes and seeing the challenge within them. 
“Fuck me like youalways wanted to fuck me.” She growled in turn. The words
making his eyes fly open wide and having the wanted response for he became more
aggressive now, as if he wanted to punish her for her degrading remark.  His
hips snapped forth and forth and forth, the bed rocking and creaking under the
new force he used to drill into her, her body moving towards the headboard with
each fresh thrust. She mewled, whether in pain or pleasure or both he couldn’t
say, but she threw her head back and made delicious sounds that turned him on
even more.
One of his hands had left her hip and had started to knead her breast, first
one mount than the other, tweaking the nipple hard and earning a gasp from the
girl. The slick sounds filling the room sounding filthy to him, spurring him on
even more. Wednesday moved her hands above her head to push herself back from
the headboard he’d been fucking her into, and when he noticed it he grabbed her
by the waist, wrapping his arm around her narrow midriff, and dragged her down
the bed till she was in a more agreeable position.
Wednesday instantly took the opportunity to batter at his chest, her hands like
fists, trying to move him away, but when that didn’t work she pushed with her
hands flat against him, earning a laugh. Snape was still anchored deeply and
securely inside of her tight cunt and as if to prove a point he pushed his hips
forward, earning a slick sound and a gasp from the girl as the tip of his penis
pressed painfully against her cervix. She winced.
“No use pretending you don’t want it, Wednesday. I know how you Addams work.”
Snape grabbed her wrists and forcefully pushed her hands back on the mattress,
one lying on either side of her head. “Like the good professor I am, I’m going
to teach you a new concept. That of a creampie.” He traced his tongue past her
cheek, his hips lazily moving against her again, constantly pressing his dick
inside of her sleek passage. The wet sounds making Wednesday groan in
frustration.
“Oh yes,” Snape breathed, increasing his thrusts again, “I’m going to fill you
up with my cum till you’re heavy with my child, and then I’m going to do it
again.” Wednesday gasped as a first orgasm came over her unexpectedly, catching
them both by surprise for her walls suddenly clamped down hard on Snape’s
penis, milking him, demanding him to come. And he, having refrained from sex
for quite a while, felt his control slip away and with a few more deep and hard
thrusts he felt himself emptying inside of her.
Catching his breath, he looked down at her. He was leaning on his elbows above
her so as not to squish her. He was a lot bigger and heavier than her after
all. She lay with her eyes closed, trying to calm her breath while her hands
sought to brush a few stray strands of her hair out of her face. And then she
opened her eyes at him and he felt guilty at what he saw in them.
He withdrew, his dick slipping out of her with a wet pop, and quickly sat up on
his heels. His arms moved for the shackles around her wrists but she fluently
moved under him, grabbing the chains to the shackles with her hands and
throwing the chains round Severus’ neck before sitting up and forcing herself
close to him. The chains now choking him like a much too tight collar, despite
him reaching up to grab them to stop the suffocation.
“Oh, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Wednesday spat at him, not shouting but
sounding vile enough to hurt him with her tone alone. “You perverted old man.
As if these chains would be my idea! If they’d been my idea you’d have been the
one in them, not me.”
So it had been her parents after all, presumably drugging her and shackling her
in case the drug wore off. And all done so that he could inseminate her. How
vile.
He struggled for breath, was prepared to plead for his life if he had to, but
then she loosened the grip on the shackles and he could breathe again. She let
him cough before she scooted away, ignoring the semen that had started to slip
out of her and down her thigh. “I hate you. I don’t want sex or a child or any
of that.”
Then she threw him a sidelong glance and he saw something in her demeanour
change. “Or so I thought. But that, Snape, was rather pleasant. Especially near
the end. Though I did love the part where you forcefully took my virginity
away. It’s a shame, isn’t it, that it can only happen once? The roughness was
quite unexpected….” Her voice trailed off and she pondered about something.
Then she looked back at him and asked innocently. “Do you think we could do
that again?”
“So how did it go?” Gomez asked when Snape emerged for dinner, a hand running
through his slick hair.
“You are devils.” The potion master replied gruffly. “But it seems luck’s on
your side. She liked it, even, and now she’s asking me for more.”
Snape sat down at the table, his dark eyes skimming over Pugsley, Uncle Fester
and Grandmama. The latter looked a bit too happy.
“Oh hurray!” Gomez replied. “I must share this joyful news with my wife
immediately.” And off he was to call for Morticia to tell her the good news.
Behind him Wednesday appeared and placed her hands on his shoulders. Bewildered
at the touch, he turned his head to see who it was and made a motion as if he
were about to stand up, but she pushed him down again before taking her seat
opposite of him.
“Here, I brought some extra to celebrate.” Gomez said, returning to the room
with a bottle in his hand. Morticia joined him by his side.  “This is a good
year.”
Wednesday merely smiled at him.
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