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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Can you do "Angry mommy morticica x r"?

when r flirt with marilyn and morticia had enough and decide to take r home and give her a painful punishment like 30 and they end up having comfort sex?

Hello there @batlove4ever 🙃 Thanks for the Morticia request!! I took some inspiration from @puppyboibutch , so check out their blog 💞🫰🏻 I also included a song for this Fic 😚🫶🏻 FYI this is pure. filthy. smut.

Pretty Pouty Puppy ~Morticia Addams xFem Reader xfeat. Marilyn Thornhill

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#30. “Fuck off” “What, on you?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!!, smut, possible infidelity/cheating, possessiveness, possessiveness kink, kissing, overstimulation, smutty smut, mommy kink, punishment kink, angry mommy, pet names, bondage, vibrator use, orgasm denial, masturbation, overstimulation, strap-fucking, doggystyle, praise kink, implied degrading kink, bondage kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were straddling Marilyn’s lap on her chair, your lips intertwined with hers. You were both in her classroom, after school hours. Marilyn bucked her hips up into yours, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips into the red heads. You pulled back slightly and giggled.

“You really think this will work?” You panted.

You were met with a mischievous gaze from the red head.

“Babe, you said you wanted to make Morticia jealous right?” She reminded you of your past whinings and complaints of how nothing you did seemed to rile up the raven haired goddess.

You bit your lip and nodded with a cheeky grin.

“Trust me, this will get her panties in a twist…” Marilyn chuckled, “I already texted her; all we have to do is wait for—”

Your lips smashed back into Marilyn’s before she could finish her sentence. You were one hundred percent on board with this, because Marilyn was right. You wanted to make Morticia jealous, you had tried literally everything and you were desperate.

With a swift swing, Marilyn’s door suddenly opened. Everything went so silent, you swore you could have heard a pin drop… You froze in the red heads lap. Your breath hitched. You could feel the tension in the room. You could hear her breathing right alongside yours and Marilyn’s.

“Up. Right now.” Morticia gritted out.

You scurried out of Marilyn’s lap and stood by her desk, biting your lips and blushing. Morticia stalked her way over to you.

“I have tried to be patient.” She jeered, “I watched you mess around with her, watched you flirt with her, and now I find my puppy straddling her lap…”

You gulped.

Maybe you had taken this too far…? You completely underestimated how much your antics had actually gotten to the woman…

“I… I’m… sorry…” you chocked out, blushing furiously and looking to the ground.

Morticia chuckled wickedly.

“We’re going home. Not a single word.” She seethed.

You nodded immediately.

Marilyn sent you caring look as you quickly followed Morticia out. The whole ride to your house was silent. You clenched your thighs in anticipation.

“I want you on the bed, stripped, and kneeling waiting for Mommy.” Morticia practically growled, as you pulled into the driveway.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

With that, you scurried your ass up to your shared bedroom, stripping as fast as humanly possible, and kneeling on the bed in wait for Morticia. Your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic as Morticia entered the room, wearing nothing but her black garter lingerie set. You gulped. Morticia walked up you, craning over your pathetically needy excuse for a body, and grabbing your chin.

“Mommy’s angry…” Morticia growled, “And you’re gonna pay, pet…”

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

~~~

“Oh puppy…” Morticia wickedly purred, “you look delicious all tied up like this… and that vibrator must feel so good on that needy pussy of yours!”

You mewled and pulled against your silk ties, restraining you to all four bedposts.

“Making such pathetic sounds, such a slutty pet…” she lustfully growled.

You incoherently cried out in pleasurable pain. She’d been at this for hours… But you couldn’t get enough, your hips desperately rutting against the the toy. But she wouldn’t let you cum.

“Little bitch in heat who needs to fuck so badly, hmmmm pet…?” Morticia tauntingly growled, “Too bad Mommy’s puppy has been such a bad girl…”

You squirmed in your restrained hold, the slight pain in your wrists and ankles, pushing you to the edge even further.

“That’s why Mommy has you tied there with that pretty little vibrator…” The raven haired goddess lustfully husked.

“Please mommy please…!” You whimpered and whined, desperate for some proper friction.

“Your little whimpers and whines will make the perfect background noise while Mommy makes herself feel good…” Morticia wickedly purred.

“Oh mommy no please…!!” You mewled, “mommy I’m sorry… I’ll be good mommy please!!”

Suddenly the vibrator went up a intensity, causing you to practically keel over in pleasure. But you couldn’t come. It was becoming painfully difficult.

And then you had to watch Morticia spread out on the big lounge chair across from the bed. She stripped her knickers and spread her legs so that you could see her glistening pussy perfectly. You groaned at the sight. She then began skillfully fucking herself while drinking in the sight of your pathetic being.

“Keep being good like this and I’ll personally breed you after I finish…” Morticia lustfully purred.

“Yes mommy I’ll be so good…!! Won’t cum promise please!!” You cried out.

“Fuck Mon Amour—! That’s a good pet…!” Morticia groaned as she fucked herself to her climax, toppling over the edge with a sinful cry.

~~~

You were still tied up and the vibrator was still relentlessly working your dripping hole.

“Are you going to be good now, puppy…?” Morticia purred.

“Yes wanna cum please let me cum mommy!!” You pled.

“Oh no no…” Morticia wickedly tutted, “You don’t get to cum yet…”

You were so frustrated and you made the grave mistake of speaking out…

“Fuck off…!” You cried out.

Morticia cocked an eyebrow at your sudden disobedience.

“What, on you?” She spat back.

“Wait no no— mommy I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ll be good…!!” You cried, pulling against your restraints even more.

~~~

When Morticia finally relented on edging you on for hours, you were in for a whole other level of her anger…

She had you on all fours in the middle of the bed with your hands bound in front of you. She was pounding into you relentlessly with her favorite, girthy strap. Her hand was deliciously wrapped in your hair, as she pulled your head back towards her with each thrust.

“Fuck GOD Mommy—!!!” You cried out.

Mascara was running down your face and your clit was so sensitive you thought you would explode if you didn’t cum.

“That’s it’s, puppy…” Morticia angrily growled, “Take Mommy’s dick like a good little pet…”

~~~

By the end of the night (more like into the early morning), Morticia had milked the upteenth orgasm from you, finally allowing you to collapse from exhaustion and overstimulation.

Morticia was quick to throw the strap to the side and open her arms for you to snuggle her form. You happily complied, nuzzing into her form.

“I’m sorry Mommy…” you whispered.

“It’s alright, baby…” she husked in your ear, “but the next time you want Mommy’s attention, all you have to do is ask…”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck and nodded, causing the raven haired goddess to chuckle.

“Such a good girl…” she murmured as you drifted off.

~~~

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robin-the-enby · 10 months

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Hello ! Could you do an gomez x fem reader x morticia where you meet them when you pick up your sister to school and they get really taken by you and start invinting you to things and you get overwelmed by the affection and tell them they are very nice but a relationship its not what you are after

I never see a reader who doesnt want a romantic relationship, it would be nice to see one who just wants a physical one

Thank you !

It has no appeal

Pairing: Gomez Addams x f!reader x Morticia Addams

Summary: After meeting the infamous Addams family, you can't help but feel drawn to them. But when you notice that the attraction is mutual, you start to worry if you can give them what they are asking for.

Warnings: female reader, queerplatonic (?) relationship, a teensy bit of angst (happy ending tho), use of (Y/N)

A/N: I have successfuly graduated high school and got into university, so I finally have time to write! However, I am still sorry it took me this long to get to this request. I was thinking while writing this and I absolutely love this dynamic, especially maybe the dynamic between the reader's sister and the Addams children, so maybe I'll do something else with this dynamic in the future :) And as an (possibly) aromantic person, I am so delighted to be able to write this piece! I took a spin on the relationship dynamic that might not be exactly in tune with your experience, so be aware of that 😅

Waiting in front of the tall building, you looked at it with melancholy. You used to go to the same building for years and now, much later, you're picking up your younger sister here. It was a strange feeling that reminded you just how fast time flies and you quickly stomped it down before it got out of hand.

You recently found a small flat in your hometown after your last...relationship...ended. You had a thing going on with a really nice person in the city you studied at, but recently they admitted that they were looking for something you simply couldn't give them and so you parted ways. And life went on.

You thought that a change of scenery would do you good and so you moved back in with your parents, just until you could find something for yourself. In exchange, you helped them around the house and ran some errands for them. But one of your favourite "chores" was picking up your younger sister from school. It felt nice, walking the same streets you grew up in and seeing the teachers that used to teach you. And, of course, the quality time spent with your sister was a great bonus.

She was a lively young girl, who in a few years would go to middle school and you remember how big of a deal that was at your age, so there was lots to talk about. You loved gossiping about her classmates and teachers and hearing about the adventures she had with her friends.

One of them stood out to you. His name was Pugsley and he was a year or two younger than your sister. Every recess they spent time together, playing and discussing very important things, which she always told you about and you gave your insight on. You also learned that Pugsley's sister was your sister's classmate. Her name was Wednesday and although your sister didn't have any problem with her, she told you that she was quite strange, and could be quite mean to Pugsley. You thought it was mighty cute, imagining your sister standing up for her friend during recess against his sister, who had the strangest game ideas from what you've heard.

You talked about it with your parents, asking if you should talk to someone, just to ensure everyone's safety, but they only looked at each other and than at you with strange uncertainty. Apparently, the children were the daughter and son of Gomez and Morticia Addams, who moved into town just when you left for uni. You vaguely remember hearing about someone moving in and you'd certainly be more curious about the newcomers if you weren't preparing for a new big chapter of your life that was colledge.

Your parents explained that the Addams family was a strange bunch, with a strange lifestyle and beliefs. But, as odd as they were, they were actually lovely people and completely harmless, although most of the other citizens avoided them, due to their interest in all the dark, gloomy and macabre things. However, they never seemed to mind the ostracism they faced. So you let it go. Your sister continued to be friends with Pugsley and talked Wednesday out of harming him on the school grounds. Most of the time, that is.

Even after you found a place of your own, you continued picking your sister up from school, because it helped your parents, who were very busy even with your help, but you also just really enjoyed it. And that's where you were now, listening quietly to the excited chatter of children around you, walking hand in hand with their parents and telling them about the day they had. You would've pondered more on the strangeness of a child's mind, but somebody crashed into you, trapping you in a tight hug.

You turned your head and ruffled your sister's hair "Hey you. Long time, no see. How was school today?" You greeted her. She looked up at you with a grin "Hi sis! You won't believe what Micah did in art class today!" You smirked "Oh really? Well, what's the tea then?" Your sister mimicked your expression and was about to speak, when her eyes focused on something behind you. Suddenly, her whole face lit up and she raised her hand to wave it enthusiastically. Turning your head to see who your sister was waving at, you saw a young boy who was just reciprocating your sister's gesture. You didn't know most of your sister's friends personally, but seeing the slightly taller girl standing next to him with her arms folded and a slight frown on her face, you had a hunch of who it could be.

You didn't quite hear your sister's confirming exclamation that the boy was, indeed, Pugsley Addams, because your eyes locked with the two people standing proudly behind the two children. The women, presumably Morticia Addams, was tall and slender, with a visage similar to that of a ghoul, pale skin, raven black hair that shone in the sun and black clothes that, in contrast, seemed to swallow all the light that fell upon it. Her lips were painted a deep red colour and her eyes were just as dark as the rest of her, making it impossible to tell their colour. And yet, she had an almost...angelic aura around her. Like the forbidden fruit, looking perfect on the outside, all beautiful and evoking the feeling of security and peace. But, and you couldn't quite explain why, even if you tried, you felt that underneath it all, was a great power, that you almost feared to uncover. Maybe it was the way she was looking at you. There wasn't anything...malicious or hostile in her gaze. Just something...magical. Wise. As if she knew a lot more than you. And you found yourself believing it.

Blinking a few times, you managed to break the intense eye contact with Morticia and looked at her husband, Gomez. He was shorter and quite the contrast to his wife. Where she was calm and collected, he seemed to vibrate with energy, even while standing still. He, too, was looking at you, but in his eyes, was just a spark, as if he was inviting you to come over and talk. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much and yet, he was just picking up his children from school. His appearance and mannerisms were energizing and uplifting.

And suddenly you saw your sister skipping over to the strange family, running straight towards Pugsley. Your eyes widened and you rushed after her. As she threw her arms around Pugsley, blabbering about something excitedly, you placed your hands on her shoulders. Throwing a short, apologetic look towards Mr. and Mrs. Addams, you gently reprimanded your sister "You can't just run off like that, without permission or letting me know at least..."

Your sister looks up at you, a sad, guilty look in her eyes. With a face like that, you can't really stay mad at her. "I know you were excited to see your friend, but you can't just run off like that. If something happened to you, I wouldn't know where you are." you explain to her as you pet her hair softly. She smiles with appreciation before nodding and apologising. You reciprocate her smile before turning your attention to the family that was watching your interaction silently, but with interest.

"I'm sorry for my little sister, she can be excitable around her friends, she doesn't mean to be rude." you excuse your sister, but Mr. Addams just waves his hand "Oh nonsense! We know from Pugsley here that your sister is a good friend of his, and any friend of his is welcom with us anytime." he smiles energetically and you can't deny that his smile is rather attractive. Right after that thought you remember his wife is standing right next to him, but before you can start to feel bad, you notice the warm look on her face as she looks at you, still with that...knowing look on her face.

You smile at Mr. Addams "Well, I'm glad we haven't caused any trouble. I'm (Y/N) by the way. It's nice to meet you...mister Addams, right?" you introduce yourself. Mr. Addams takes your hand, giving it a firm handshake, although you can't help but feel he is holding your hand just a tad longer than is appropriate. "Oh please, drop the formalities. Since our children seem to be good friends, we might as well be too, if you'd like. The name's Gomez."

You wonder briefly if Gomez's wife is as enthusiastic about the proposition as he is, but when you turn your gaze to her, she is already reaching for your hand, holding it gently, but confidently in her own. She gives you a charming smile and when she speaks, it's as if a siren is calling out to you, a helpless sailor on the wide, wide sea "I think my husband is right. My name is Moricia. This is our daughter Wednesday," she gestures to the infamous girl, who is still sporting a very neutral expression, although she seems to be staring straight into your soul, as if assessing you, before giving a slight nod "and this is Pugsley, as you may know." The boy smiles warmly at you, giving you a polite greeting.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you all, but I'm afraid we have to go, otherwise our mother will be worried about what happened to us." you chuckle and smile at the couple. They seem like wonderful people, you can't understand why anyone would have anything against them. "As a mother myself, I can completely understand that." Morticia smiles "And we would not want to keep you any longer. But I was thinking, would you like to come over for a visit? The children will surely have fun together and we would be delighted to get to know you better. We've heard you recently moved back here?" as she says this, she grabs ahold of Gomez's hand as they both smile. You feel the intensity in their gaze, and et there is no pressure that would force you to agree. You look down at your sister, who looks at you with pleading, hopeful eyes and mouths the word "please", before you turn your gaze back to the couple and grin "Yes, that's right. And that sounds amazing!"

You exchange numbers and go your seperate ways. You register, out of the corner of your eye, them getting into a fancy looking, oldfashioned car, apparently with a personal driver. You don't think much of it and continue to walk home with your sister, who was excitedly skipping along the sidewalk, asking about when you were going to call them the entire way.

It didn't take long for the date of the visit to be set. Morticia called the next afternoon and you agreed to come over with your little sister at the end of the week, so that your sister wouldn't have to rush home and prepare for school.

Once the day came, you were actually pretty nervous, although you didn't really understand why. You blamed it on the fact that you're going to a stranger's home and you wanted to make a good impression. Because it definitely wasn't the fact that you were attracted to a married couple. Yeah, as if.

When you the big house the Addams' lived in, you had to say you were impressed. Sure, it was...unorthodox, but it had a strange charm. And when you were invited inside by a rather tall man, who, although his skin was almost gray and his expression somewhat...dead, seemed pretty nice, you almost felt...homey. The atmosphere of the home, paired with the type of people that lived there, was actually cozy. Gomez gave your sister directions to where she can find Pugsley and Wednesday and she promptly ran off, leaving you alone with the couple.

When she was out of sight, the man took your hand delicately and placed a simple kiss on your knuckles. A simple gesture, that was made much more sensual by the way he looked at you from below, his eyes glinting with...admiration, you would say, if it didn't seem so wrong. Still, you smiled politely and tried to think nothing of it. But you made a mental note to stop these kinds of actions if they would appear, thinking of his unfortunate wife.

Morticia was in the living room, sitting by a grand fireplace, reading a book. You didn't recognize it, but when you asked, it was revealed that the book was in French. You felt...uplifited, being in the presence of such stylish and intelligent people, that weren't snobbish, like you've encountered in the past.

They sat you down across from them on a small sofa and asked if you'd like anything to drink, or perhaps to eat. You declined the food, but you couldn't resist a nice drink to complement the lovely afternoon. The pair sat on another sofa across the small, seemingly old conference table, slightly turned towards each other, hands intertwined. But their sight was only on you. Both of them watching you intently, but their faces were gentle and their smiles welcoming. A thought crossed your mind. Maybe Morticia wasn't an unfortunate wife with a philanderer husband. And when Gomez started passionately retelling a story from his quite adventorous past, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. You wanted to listen, you really did, but his passionate movements, his grin, the lively glint in his eyes...And the way Morticia was listening to him, posed and collected as always, but oh so devoted to her husband, body, mind and soul, her gaze so tender...They looked so beautiful. A forbidden fruit that you could never experience the taste of.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and you saw the pair look at you, their faces showing concern, a little bit of curiosity and perhaps a hint of slight disappointment. You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. "Oh, yes, I'm fine." you reassured them quickly "I am so sorry, my mind just...slipped. I promise I wanted to pay attention, you have a lovely way of telling stories, Gomez." you said, still not really used to being on first name basis on them in such a short while.

Lucky for you, they seemed to not take it personally. Morticia assured you that sometimes, the mind does what it wants and drifts where the body can't. In no time, you all finished your drinks and as Morticia went to put them in the kitchen, you stood up and offered to wash the dishes in return. She seemed hesitant, but you told her firmly you weren't going to take no for an answer and a smug smile bloomed on her face. When you looked back on it, she must've seen something in that action that drew her to you just as much as you were drawn to her.

You stood in the kitchen, side by side, you with your hands in the sink, scrubbing glasses and the woman of the house next to you, with a dish towel in her hand, drying and putting away different utensils you cleaned. You agreed to do all the dishes, since you were already at it. Once you were done, Morticia did something you didn't expect. Instead of vocalising her gratitude, she leaned towards you, placing one hand on your arm, and pressed a delicate kiss on your cheek. You were left wide eyed at the kitchen sink, the sponge still in your hand. She handed you another towel, and you dried your hands, noticin Gomez, who was stood leaning on the entry to the kitchen, smiling as smugly as his wife. So that's how it is...you thought.

You went to check up on your sister, who was playing a pretty suspicious game with the siblings, but she seemed unhurt and happy, so you let it go, gently reminding her to stay safe and not do anything she doesn't want to. Then yu spent the rest of the afternoon chatting nd getting to know the unsusual pair. You also met the other inhabitants of the house - Gomez's brother, Fester, Lurch, the man who opened the door for you, the grandmother (you didn't know her name, or if she even was related to the family, but she was very sweet) and lastly...Thing. You couldn't deny you were a little put off by a sentient severed hand, but you calmed down when he offered you one of his fingers to shake. Despite the strangeness, they were all so polite and lovely and fun to be around. But, you had to go home in the evening.

After that, your sister started to come over the Addams' household more and more often. And every time, you accompanied her, of course. While her days were spent having all kinds of adventures with Pugsley and Wednesday, yours were spent calmly with the parents. Gardening with Morticia, listening to Gomez and running little rerrands with him or simply reading in the living room, all the while flirting, first subtly, but the more time you spent together the more...serious it was.

You were now sure that there is a mutual attraction going on and that there wasn't anyone who was unaware or not consenting. It felt...nice, for a while. Slowly starting over, getting close to someone again. But you were beginning to feel afraid of what was to come. You tried to enjoy everything while it lasted, before they inevitably approached you with the proposition of becoming more than just friends. You were afraid of hurting them, and yourself, just like last time. But at the same time, you couldn't make yourself pull away from the affection.

It was on a fateful Tuesday night. The Addams' planned a sleepover for your sister, which obviously meant you would come as well. Somehow, you knew this was going to be the fateful night, the moment you were dreading for a long time now. And it seemed that time wasn't on your side either. Time spent with Morticia and Gomez always seemed to fly right past you.

They had prepared a big dinner, that, although it looked questionable, tasted amazing. Paired with a nice drink, you put the children to bed and soon you were relaxing on an elegant sofa, you in the middle, the pair surrounding you from both sides. Your shoulders were touching and even though you knew what was going to happen, that you would maybe never se them again, the places where your skin touched theirs felt electric, sending shivers down your spine.

Of course they took notice. They were both so intune with your emotions and body language, it was amazing and dreadful at the same time. Gomez placed an arm behind your shoulders, Morticia placing her hand softly on your thigh, both rubbing soothing circles.

"(Y/N)..." Morticia started. "Our dear (Y/N)..." murmured Gomez, his head leaning closer to your shoulder. "You know you are an amazing person, dear?" Morticia asked, and you looked at her, not finding words to respond. She must've seen the turmoil in your eyes, because she smiled reassuringly. "I believe you are very smart, our darling." she continued "And that you can see that...we like you." "Oh, I think like is not even close to how we feel about you, corazón." Gomez said, placing a kiss on your shoulder, making you gasp. Morticia sent him a look "Gomez, behave yourself. We need to talk this out first and foremost. And I believe our trésor has something important to say." She looked at you just a intently as always and yet so tenderly, like only Morticia can. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your hands clammy as they clutched at your clothes. You took a deep breath. Now or never.

"Yes, I've noticed you have feelings for me. And everything you've done for me, and my sister, and everything you continue doing, I appreciate it. You don't even know how." you start, wanting them to know you care about them, just..differently. "But, I'm afraid, I cannot give you what you deserve. I'm sorry to tell you that...I'm not interested in a romantical relationship." And the truth was out. There was no return. Yet, you had to continue. "I...I care for you, and your family. You are amazing people and together, you both are so beautiful, it's almost ethereal sometimes..." you chuckle "Whenever you touch me, I feel as if my very soul was on fire. But...romance is not something I can give you." you finish and study their faces intently.

For once, the pair isn't smiling. You almost start to take it as a bad sign, an omen of a near end. But, Morticia looks up from your face to her husband and after some silent conversation between them, they nod at each other, once. Only once and they know exactly what the other wants, what they're thinking. Oh how you admire them, you think, as a small ember of hope still prevails inside your chest.

"Cariño..." Gomez takes your hands in his, stealing your attention. His eyes are soft and his face adorned by a sympathetic smile. "Don't apologise. There is nothing to apologise for. Some things we cannot help. And while you will belong to us, body and soul, we won't ask of you to return anything you don't feel you have. If you'll agree to that, that is." he smiles at you and nods and you actually feel like you might shed a few tears, happiness and relief washing over you and blooming in your chest with such force you think you might burst.

You feel hands on your shoulders and Morticia lays her head on your shoulder "What do you say, notre cœur?" And you laugh. You laugh happily, your eyes glinting. Instead of saying anything, you take your hands from Gomez and turn to Morticia. And cradling her face softly, you seal your answer with her lips. And then Gomez's. And then you seal it again, and again, and again.

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shslbunnylover · 6 months

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★★★𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙩 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 22: 𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Dumbification, strap on use,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Yes, this was planned to be short! XD

Word count: 0.5k

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The familiar feeling of your aching cunt being stuffed with your girlfriend's strap on filled your body, your eyes rolling back into your head as you screamed out your thoughts.

You couldn't even think straight, your eyes were hooded, and the sight of Morticia leaning over you as her waist pounded into your center was too much for your libido.

Your body felt all warm and prickly with each touch from the ravenette, her hair falling down and gently touching your face as a stark contrast with how mercilessly she was fucking you into oblivion.

You couldn't hear anything she was saying, and you certainly couldn't speak, it was like your brain could only think using its libido.

Your legs were shaking, covered in your previous releases as you tasted the fluid from Morticia's fingers which she had stuffed inside of you really quick.

The sight of her was so breathtaking, the way sweat dripped down her face, the way she bit her lip just a little bit more with each thrust of her cock, the way her eyes looked down at your body with a predatory shine in them.

"Tish...Please..." You managed to whimper out, your eyes shutting as all of the energy you had left that wasn't sucked out by the intense sex was quickly used by your speech.

You could just barely see her smirk in response, leaning down to leave a trail of soft and tingly kisses across your neck, lowering her frame to place a hand on her neck, sucking out more moans from your mouth that you yourself could not even hear thanks to how thorough she had fucked you.

Her voice barely filled your ears, the sweet and sultry vocals making you shudder with each thrust she made.

"One more...Cum one more time for me..." She said, nibbling on your earlobe slightly as you felt your body build up another orgasm.

The bubbling in your stomach eventually became too much, and you could feel your walls tightening around nothing as Morticia pulled out of you, watching the cum squirt out of your pussy, covering your legs in another layer of the liquid.

You laid there in a moment of bliss, cuddling up to your girlfriends warm body as you remained silent, too fucked dumb to even think about speaking.

You could hear her now though, and her voice brought a comforting feeling in your chest as she shushed you to sleep, stopping you from attempting to speak by placing her finger on your lips.

"You can speak tomorrow," Morticia smirked, placing a kiss on your head as you drifted off into sleep.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 6 months

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Dating Morticia Addams Would Include...

•First time when Morticia met you it was love at first sight.

•She is very affectionate with you, all the time.

•After she is done kissing you, her black lipstick would be on your lips or face, etc.

•She lets everyone know that you are dating her.

•She always gives you compliments.

•You and Morticia surprise each other with gifts.

•Morticia will always cuddle with you.

•If you went away for a few days or longer, once you go back home then she will tell you how much she missed you.

•Morticia knows how to comfort you when you feeling overwhelmed or when you had a panic attack.

•You and Morticia do argue but later end up kissing each other.

•She loves it when you give her gifts that are in black.

•Morticia would always make you feel special.

•You would literally help her with anything, even if it means breaking the law.

•You had to dig a grave but she didn't help, because she didn't want to ruin her dress and her nails.

•You and Morticia always tell each other secrets.

•You and Morticia know everything about each other.

•She would tell you why she loves you so much.

•Again, you break the law with Morticia.

•Sometimes you and Morticia would cook for each other.

•She hates when you lie to her even if it small situation.

•When you sleep next to her, you always feel her arm around you.

•Morticia would dedicate old love rock songs. So many bands you never heard of.

•Morticia has written love letters to you.

•You tell how her beautiful she is and she would blush.

•If you have been accused of something, she would believe you 100%

•She has many nicknames for you.

•Again, you and Morticia always kissing each other.

•She likes holding your hand or touching your face.

#morticia addams imagine #morticia addams x reader #gender neutral reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral fanfic

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ficsofabotchedmind · 3 months

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Little Menace

Summary? No, heheheheheh.

Warnings? Yes; Cavity inducing adorableness

(Read the tags before you read and don't be mean or I'll restrict comments AND reblogs AND I'll happily block you.)

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A ruckus came from within the office of Principal Larissa Weems, "Y/n, don't touch that! No, not that either!" Larissa whined as she chased around a bubbly, Y/h/c shapeshifter.

The toddler zoomed around in absolutely nothing, the babe was as naked as the day they were born.

"Oh God, Y/n. No! Darling, please don't touch that!" Larissa said as she finally caught the stark naked shifter.

Larissa heaved the wriggling and giggly toddler up safely in her arms, "Please, whatever you do, allow me to get your diaper on!"

All the little shifter could do was shine a smile so wide that Larissa just forgot about all the mayhem that was just had...partially.

Larissa took the tot in the shared bedroom and put them in a pull-up until Morticia could get back.

Larissa didn't know exactly what to do because normally her and Morticia's partner had a plan in place when they regressed, but not this time.

No, this time it was a complete surprise.

*2hrs ago*

Larissa sat at her desk and was finishing paperwork on Wednesday's usual troublesome stunt when her and Morticia's partner came in, Larissa took notice of how tired the usually bubbly and excitable person was and made a mental note to sit with her other halves in a warm, calming bath later on.

Y/n barely cast a glance but muttered an exhausted, dull hello and kept going into the apartment.

*1hr later*

Something seemed off, it was quiet, too quiet. Larissa made a note to herself that even the TV wasn't on, so she got up and headed towards the door where she paused in shock.

Papers, toys, anything you could name, it was all strung all over the apartment but no Y/n in sight.

Larissa’s ears perked at the sounds of giggles emanating from the bedroom, and when Larissa walked in, she was greeted by the sight of the tot drawing along the walls.

Larissa stood gaping at the Y/H/C shifter in shock, but she quickly snapped out of it and carefully but quickly approached the toddler, but before she could retrieve the marker the tot turned around at the noise of feet behind them.

Grinning happily, the small babe started getting up yelling, "MAMA! MAMA!"

Larissa couldn't help but smile and watch as the tot finally got up and shot towards her yelling Mama the whole time.

The tiny one collided with Larissa’s legs and said one simple word with outstretched arms, "Up!"

Larissa smiled and said, "Now, what do we say, sweetheart?"

The tiny shifter thought for a minute and then said, "Peeeeaaazzzz! Up, peaz!"

Larissa smiled at the babe and carefully scooped them up and held them close while exclaiming, "You need a bath! Dear me, you stinky baby!"

The toddler giggled out an, "Yep!"

Larissa sighed and looked towards the wall and back at the babe giving them a look, "But let's clean this up first, shall we?"

Y/n got a sad look and hung their head, they knew they had done wrong, "Sorries, Mama."

Larissa sighed, she felt bad and so she decided to let it go just this once, "While it is not alright, I will not make you sit in the corner, but you will have to help me pick up all your toys and markers, is that understood? First thing is first, you need a diaper, yes?"

The tot smiled and nodded, "Oui, Mama!"

Larissa gave a deadpan look at the toddler, "You sound too much like your Maman, you little menace."

Y/n gave a bubbly giggle and with that the two got to work, but after 30 minutes she noticed things had gone quiet and once again, it was too quiet.

Next thing Larissa knew she saw a toddler streak past her wearing absolutely nothing.

The tot flew out of the bedroom, heading into the living room, and heading straight for the door, which Larissa forgot to shut.

Larissa shot up from her crouching position, but it was too late, the little hellion escaped and made their way into the office and that's where all of the chasing and grabbing ensued.

*Present time*

Larissa, having made sure to shut the door to the apartment, turned on the TV to Y/n's favorite show and set out to make dinner.

Not 15 minutes later Morticia walked through the door, she heard one, "Shut it quick, Morty!" And another, "MAMAN!"

Morticia shut the door just in time to feel a tiny body collide with her legs, she peered down and smiled.

Scooping the babe up Morticia laughed, "Oh my, what do we have here? Do we have a tiny menace on our hands?"

Y/n giggled and exclaimed, "Oui, Maman!"

While Morticia proceeded to blow raspberries on the babes cheeks, Larissa spoke over the shrieks of laughter coming from the toddler, "You have no idea, Morty! That little pup right there had strung toys and other items all over the living room and then proceeded to draw on the bedroom walls!"

Morticia pulled back and gave the squirmy, happy baby a look but of course couldn't stay mad at the look in those Y/e/c eyes, "Is that so, little pup? Did you give Mama trouble?"

Y/n nodded solemnly and hung their head, "Yes, Maman."

Morticia gently cupped the child's chin and lifted their face, "Will you do it again, sweet one?"

Shaking their head furiously, the babe quickly said, "No, Maman!"

Both Morticia and Larissa smiled, Larissa came over after putting the plates on the table and both gave the small one soft kisses on their head. Pulling back, Larissa said, "Good. Now, little pup, how about some food, yes?"

The babe grinned, "Yes!"

Sitting Y/n down in their highchair, Morticia grabbed a bib from the drawer and a bottle from the cabinet and gave the bottle for Larissa to fill up with water.

Carefully getting the bib on the hungry toddler, Morticia placed a soft kiss on Y/n's head when done and she sat herself.

Larissa did the same once the bottle was sat carefully on the tray and they all dug in and quickly came to the realization that if Y/n needed a bath now, they would certainly need one after this.

*After dinner*

After cleaning up and wiping the face of a squirming Y/n, the women set to work in getting everything for the bath and after ready.

Morticia drew the bath as Larissa gathered everything for the bath and once all was done, Morticia gently picked up the sleepy darling and got them in the bath.

Y/n loved bath time, it meant play time AND cuddle time. Once in, Y/n latched onto their Maman and waited for their Mama to get in.

Once everyone was in the bath, Larissa and Morticia made quick work in getting themselves and the sleepy, and now increasingly whiny, toddler clean.

Larissa claimed out and dried of first and once in the towel took a fussy Y/n from Morticia and proceeded to dry the unhappy and squirmy babe while Morticia herself quickly dried.

Now done in the bathroom, Morticia quickly got everything in place and powdered, diapered, and clothed Y/n while Larissa got prepared for their nightly routine.

Everyone was all done getting ready for bed and so they climbed in, Morticia held a crying Y/n, who was begging for their special cuddles, while Larissa got her too half undressed and shifted.

Taking the sobbing babe from Morticia, Larissa allowed them to latch on and within no time being spared, Y/n latched on quickly.

Both women smiled down and the tot who was sniffling and dozing off while latched carefully onto their Mama with their other hand curled around their Maman's finger.

Larissa settled deeper into the pillows as Morticia curled around both little and Larissa.

Larissa carefully reached for Y/n's pacifier so she or Morticia could be ready to slip it into Y/n's mouth once the tot had fallen asleep.

Morticia smiled and pressed a kiss to Larissa’s lips and the little pups head, after Larissa pulled back and looked Morticia in the eyes and smiled.

As she looked the sparkle in her eyes got brighter, Larissa pressed a soft and gentle kiss upon Y/h/c hair and settled back into the pillows as Morticia curled up and started humming.

Eyes growing heavy on all three, the babe let their eyes close first. After a few minutes, Larissa could feel the suckling stop and soft even breaths hitting her chest.

Looking down, she saw Y/n had fallen asleep. So being very careful, the two women carefully unlatched the tot from Larissa’s chest and slipped in the pacifier.

After dressing her top half once again, Larissa settled Y/n between herself and Morticia.

Once the tot was settled, the two women said their goodnights to each other, and each pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's head.

That night was filled with pleasant dreams all around, Y/n's most of all. They dreamed of their caregivers, cuddles, and stuffies.

Not a sound, all was quiet and peaceful except for soft breathing coming from each occupant.

#larissa weems x morticia addams #cg!larissa weems #cg!morticia addams #larissa weems x reader #morticia addams x reader #morticia addams x reader x larissa weems #morticia addams imagine #larissa weems imagine #morticia x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #morticia addams #cg!larissa weems x cg!morticia addams x little!reader #age regression #age regression sfw

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macherkissed · 10 months

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Hey, could you please write Morticia Addams x reader pregnant x Gomez Addams. I know you've already written one story like that, but I mean more about their behavior after the reader have left the waters (sorry for my probably terrible English)

No worries about the English, you didn't do too bad at all. I hope you don't mind that it's in a headcanon format, like the other one.

How Gomez and Morticia react to you going into labour

Notes/Warnings; AFAB!Reader, pregnancy, labour, pain and slight mentions of the grossness of childbirth

You probably react very differently to Morticia when you start getting contractions

Where she was stoic and matter-of-fact, even enjoying the pain, you’re a lot more reactive

You’re sat with Pubert on your lap, watching Wednesday and Pugsley’s presentation of sorts about historical burial techniques, when the twinges and jolts you’ve felt all day finally become a noticeable contraction

Even then, you don’t fully react above a gasp and exhale of pain, thinking it’s just another twinge of late pregnancy, until the next one about ten minutes later. You cry out, interrupting Pugsley in the middle of a faux-disembowling, and the children all look at you in shock until you say “The Baby’s coming.”

Thing gets the others together while the children help you down the many stairs, where Tish, Gomez, Fester, Grandmama, and Lurch are all waiting. The ready bag has been sat for almost a month now, but the final little bits have already been added and put into the car.

Lurch actually comes up and carries you the rest of the way down the stairs and is set to take you out to the car until you tell him that you’re fine, you can walk to the car. He places you down gently only for your hand to be instantly taken by Gomez with his arm around your waist.

Gomez and Tish are the only ones to come with you, Lurch driving, with everyone else coming along afterwards to see the newest addition to the family.

You have a hand in yours on either side as the contractions get worse, and they guide you into the hospital while coaching you through each contraction

You’re not quite ready to give birth just yet, so the two of them wait with you in the room. They want it to be over for you as quickly and painlessly as possible, so they’ll both encourage you to walk about as much as you can (probably joining Gomez in his pacing)

Morticia goes through breathing exercises when the contractions get too much, and they’ll each go through birthing positions with you to help ease the pain and encourage the baby to come quicker

When, finally, the nurse says that you’re ready, they’re both allowed to come in with you. Gomez wants to know every detail of what you’re feeling, and though Tish won’t ask outright, she’s just as fascinated as him about your pained reactions

Gomez will hold your hand and shower you in compliments that, even in your pain, you can’t think to yell at him for. Morticia will be petting your head, speaking carefully and soothingly.

You have no idea how long the labour lasts, you don’t care much about that, but you know that at some point the pain subsides and you hear a cry that makes Gomez’ face brighten and your heart lift.

The baby is placed on your chest, face all scrunched up and gummy mouth open in a cry, still covered in goop and blood. They soon quiet down at the feeling of your skin and their eyes open a little. Their first sight is of you, sweaty and gross and flushed, and Gomez and Tish, all smiling at them in pure love.

Afterwards, when the baby is cleaned up, you have a moment with your lovers and the newest member of the family. Gomez is the first, after you, to hold them and does so with proud tears in his eyes. He kisses the small bundle on the head before passing them to Morticia, and then he comes over to hug you and kiss you as Morticia tells you how proud of you they both are, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are and always will be to them.

You stay overnight for observation, for both you and the newborn, and Morticia stays with you while Gomez goes home to make sure everything is ready for the baby. She sleeps in the bed with you and wakes with you when the baby starts fussing, helping you with anything you’re not sure about.

When you get home, the rest of the family is awkwardly gathered in the living room, waiting to be introduced to the newest member of the family.

First to see the baby are their siblings. Wednesday looks over them with her usual stoicism and introduces herself, while Pugsley has a grin on his round face when the baby tries to put his finger in their mouth before Morticia guides his hand away. Pubert is fascinated, being only a small child himself, and is actually a little cautious to touch them until Gomez encourages hm and he giggles at the way they grab his finger so tightly.

Grandmama has brought them a small bear she made, their first toy, and Fester coos at them but doesn’t touch them in case he gives them a shock. Lurch is stoic and still until the baby grabs one of his fingers and burbles, when he smiles a little and hums.

The baby is enthralled by Thing but doesn’t flinch when he scuttles up into the bed. Wide eyes and mouth open, the baby reaches over and grabs his middle finger, and Thing shakes their hand which makes them babble again.

You're glad that the baby feels comfortable with the attention, since there is bound to be a party for the newborn in the coming months, just as there was with your pregnancy announcement.

#morticia addams x reader #gomez addams x reader #gomez x morticia x reader #horror x reader #horror imagines #fanfiction #anon request #afab reader #addams family #pregnancy tw #Tokophobia tw #tw blood #blood tw #tw pregnancy #request ask #also if my progression coach sees this; Hi I regret showing you an insight into my psyche

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abbyromanoff · 1 month

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Can I request Morticia Addams protecting you part 2? Maybe just fluff and how mortician and r raise a child together in a mafia family

ANOTHER?

PAIRINGS: Morticia Addams x reader

WORD COUNT: 885

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, overprotective!Morticia, talks of Mafia, some fear in Morticia, talks of having a baby, not spell checked, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Morticia, it’s not dangerous, I promise! We’ll never even let him out of our sight.” Your wife shook her head in a disapproving manner, sighing as she bit her lip and continued to chop the carrots. You groaned in petulance, only removing your hands from the tight hold against your chest when you heard your son crying out for you. Morticia instantly set down the knife, rushing behind you to catch an eye on the little boy. Apparently he was still hungry and was also upset that he knocked down her toy.

It was the toy his mama had gotten him and she took pride in knowing it was his absolute favorite toy. You would shoot her playful glares whenever she mentioned it, because the both of you knew deep down that Morticia would definitely be the most liked.

“Oh, Pugsley, you need to be more careful. I know you get your clumsiness from mommy, but I don’t need two of you being this identical.” You chuckled lowly and placed a small kiss to his forehead before allowing him a few animal shaped crackers before dinner.

“The giraffe has always been his favorite, I don’t understand why.”

“Well, they’re cute. And they’re tall, I bet he’ll be a tall little guy soon too.” He pointed out the animal with his small fingers, a smile adorning his face as he giggled and took a bite.

“They’re long-necked freaks, I don’t understand how anyone could like those things. Besides, he’s too little to be eating those, what if he chokes?”

“Baby, his teeth are nearly full grown and they’re the softer versions for babies, he’s going to be okay.” You admired his love for the crackers and came to a sudden realization that had you abstrused; he had never gone to the zoo. He had probably never even seen an animal besides when your bodyguard had brought around a watchdog who he adopted. He instantly fell in love with it, and he cried the moment you had to say goodbye.

“What if we take him to the zoo?” Your wife stopped in her retreat to the dinner she insisted on preparing and placed her arms at her side, glaring at the thought alone.

“Please tell me you are joking, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and whined lowly, causing her to raise her eyebrows and quirk her lip upwards.

“Darling, do you realize how dangerous the zoo really is? There are hundreds upon thousands of people there every day, none of which we know and can trust. The animals are kept in their enclosures by glass only, what if they try to attack? Hm? What happens when our baby is in danger and we are too focused on those dang animals?”

“It’s not that serious! I get it’s dangerous with your position but he deserves to live, don’t you want our boy to experience the world?” You pleaded with your eyes that you knew she could fall for so instantly. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a small breath through her nose before finally falling out of her trance.

“You need to stop hypnotizing me with those things- you already gave them to our son and now he’s a spoiled little death bug.” She glanced towards him once more, and seeing him play happily with his food made her sigh softly.

“Mhm, and maybe that’s why you should let us take this cutie pie to the zoo.” You stood behind the little boy with pleading eyes and he seemed to follow your act without hesitation.

“Mama, will you please take me and mommy to the zoo? Oh, mama, I really want to go!” You impersonated, and your son's struggling voice came to play. He murmured her title and you knew that was the moment she’d agree. With a long term list that she forced you to listen to, she accepted your pleas and two days later you were holding your body as he giggled at the Lion’s acts.

Morticia had began with stalking your surroundings in order to keep Pugsley and her wife safe, but soon she felt her guard falling as she focused on the happiness you shared. She had never once in her life felt so much peace, she was finally calm. Bodyguards still followed you both for protection, but she felt as if you three were the only ones in the world.

“Where’s the giraffe enclosure?” Your wife asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and Pugsley’s face instantly lit up. You looked at the map and followed the direction instructed, and only a few minutes later did you stand in front of the awaited zone. He watched as the animal moved and admired the noises they made, along with the chewing of the leaves.

“You know, he could feed the lambs over there.” She nodded softly, giving her son a moment before expanding their journey.

“We should have more.”

“You think we can handle that?”

“I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.” You turned to face the woman, still keeping your eye on Pugsley as he fed the different breeds.

“Awh, is the grumpy old Morticia getting soft on me?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the two of you.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

#morticia addams #morticia addams x reader #Morticia Addams fluff #Morticia Addams angst #Morticia Addams comfort #Wednesday film #Morticia Addams Wednesday

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illegal-heartbreaker · 1 year

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Can I please request mom Morticia x pregnant! Daughter reader

Like Larissa x reader and morticia is like “you got my daughter pregnant!” Continues whirling curses at Rissa before turning to the reader “oh my baby, my little spiderling” as she gushes over the fetus and reader

Grandma Morticia {l. weems}

summary: req above !

relationship: mortica x reader & larissa x reader

extra/warning: n/a

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The moment you had found out that you were pregnant, you had ran to your partners office. Not waiting for a signal to come in you burst through the door, coming face to face with three very confused people; Larissa, your mother and then your younger sister.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this wonderful meeting but I need to talk to Wednesday right now.” You quickly decide on not telling Larissa in front of your mother. Pulling your sister out of the room, leaving a concerned Mother and girlfriend in the office.

“Weds, I’m in trouble!” You whisper shout at her.

“What’s happened now?” She asks raising an eyebrow at the amount of emergency your voice held.

“I’m pregnant and that’s not even the worst part!” You say collapsing in the seat across from the door of the office.

She laughs, “what could be worse? It being Principal Weems’ child?!” You freeze lifting your head from your hands to look at her with wide eyes.

“Oh no no no, You cannot be pregnant with my principal and your boss!” She yells not caring who hears.

“WEDNESDAY, shut up!” You respond matching her tone, both turning your heads when the doors flies open revealing a shocked Larissa and an angry Morticia.

“I got you pregnant?!” and “You got her pregnant?!” Is yelled at the same time, Morticia looking at both you and Larissa in surprise and Larissa looking at you in shock. You nod your head not wanting to speak right now. Your mother rushes towards you giving you a hug, locking eyes with your sister you plead with her to get you out of this position only to receive a smirk and a shrug.

“My baby is having her own baby.” She sobs, you pat her back a few times before letting go of her. Allowing her to step back and turn towards her ‘old dorm mate.’

“You better listen closely Larissa Weems-“ your mother starts “you will be there for my daughter every step of the way, since you got her into this and if I find out you have hurt her then I’ll be the one burying your body.”

You move your eyes to your girlfriends face which is a shade of white.

“Is it a bad time to say that Larissa and I have been in a relationship for the past semester?” Her eyes move to yours in annoyance, and you knew exactly what she was thinking.

#larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x y/n #fluff #larissa #morticia addams x reader

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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Hello ! Could i have a the addams family where they are pinning over you , if that makes sence ?

Thank you , have a nice day!

Morticia and Gomez Addams being heels over head for you

synopsis: when it comes about passion, who's better than Morticia and Gomez Addams?

ps: thanks for your request my love! I was really sick last week, sorry making you wait. I think that this was what you were asking, if its not feel comfortable to request something else :)

• Your voice didn't stopped haunting them since they meet you. Your face was like a ghost, appearing whenever it would makes them the most weak. Your touch was cold on their skins like a corpse had find a way into their house. You we're like a witch who gets their soul with a love spell. They were enchanted by you

• You had their souls, so Morticia and Gomez make their goals to have yours. That is a game for three, you should know that before bewitching them

• Morticia would bring you to her garden. She would teach that Gomez has a rose allergy and would feel her heart going faster as you take a cissor and cut it yourself. Her goal was to know you, to spend time with you, but the way your hands move into the land — so gentle, so caring — was making hard for Morticia to not get distracted

• Gomez teach you how to duel. His chest would be against your back, holding your fingers to show you how to use the sword. Gomez did that not only to help you but also because he tought that this would make you shy, but he wasn't expecting to be the one who would get nervous. The smell of your hair, that sweet scent, make him forget his words, they way your skin was so soft against his: Gomez could live in this moment

• Morticia was surprised by how you make her lost her breath. She didn't have a smart thing to say because all she wanted to do was watch you. Gomez let you win. Anyone could say that he was only being nice to you, but Gomez just wanted to see your smile

• Morticia and Gomez knew: the last person that make them felt that way end up married. They want you. They need you. And they are not affraid of showing it. Being passionate was never a problem. And you deserve all the attencion they had

• Morticia and Gomez pay attention to every word you say. You would receive a present from them and realize that they remember your favorite color. You like a special school of art? Darling, prepare your walls because Gomez have news for you. Do you have troubles with something at your house? Morticia will help you even if you insist for her to stop

• They want you to understand what they feel for you and, more than that, to see them the same way they see you. Once you show signs that you may feel the same, darling, the actions will get bigger and the words will get louder

• Morticia would make you blush by calling you ma petitte. Her nails will drag down your skin everytime she gets the opportunity to walk past you. Morticia would show you how to use her lipstick, but don't be dumb and think she would only explain it: her hand will hold your chin in place while the red lipstick™ is against your soft lips

• Gomez's library is a place where you can usually be found. He would get you his favorite books and sometimes surprise you with the effect they can have. Mi pasiòn is something that don't leave his mouth when you are next to him. You haven't win another duel — yet, maybe — but the amount of fun you have is another level appart of everything you ever felt. If you ever stumble Gomez gonna hold you in his arms, against his warm body, and take you to a couch in a briddal style

• And don't get me started about how going out with both of them is. Only the best restaurants are open for you three. Gomez will cut the meet of your and Morticias plate. Morticia will make sure your glass is never empty. You see how her free hand is taking turns between Gomez's arm ir your pulse. Gomez leg touch yours, you may be not sure but you think it is proposital

• And the moment you got drunk by the love spell, they never, ever, going to make you regret that

• Morticia kiss you with the same hunger a vampire would. She does not taste you, she devour you. Morticia make you feel like your lips are make of the sweeter poison. You are the apple and she is Eve. Or maybe you are Eve and she is the devil making your head. You are sure that if Morticia was a sin you would go to hell with a smile

• Gomez does not have hurry to end what he start, he wants time to feel you. Your lips are made of nectar and all Gomez wants is to taste you. He don't touch you: he hold you. You are a delicate elixir, as precious as glass, and he would never let you felt less than that

• And feeling both of them is heaven. Is being truly and completely ready to die of happiness. Gomez's lips crossing your arm, Morticia teeths sinking on your neck, both of their hands finding a spot to hold you

• You are theirs, they were yours, and nothing would ever be more pleasurable than that. Not like you three aren't trying to find more and more and more pleasure together

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ctitan98official · 2 months

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Anonymous: Morticia Addams being jealous of reader talking with alcina in a party, reassurence and nswf. (Reader and Alcina are siblings, you decide who is older and their dynamics)

Cute T^T Let’s get into it!

TW/CW: NSFW themes. 18+ Minors DNI

You and Morticia have been dating for a few months, but it’s already gotten serious. She’s even introduced you to Pugsley and Wednesday. She is fiercely protective of her children and would have only done that if she truly loved you.

Tonight, the two of you are attending a fancy gala that your company is hosting.

Morticia looks gorgeous, as usual, but she’s really gone all out with her dress and make-up. You’re so proud to introduce her as your girlfriend… You hope to ask her to be your wife soon. You can’t wait to call her your fiancée.

Finally, after mingling for a bit, you and Morticia can take a moment to breathe.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks, Tish. I’ll be right back,” You say.

Morticia smiles at you and places a tender kiss on your lips. “Don’t be long, darling,” She whispers sensually in your ear.

You fucking love this woman. She could get you going anywhere, you swear. You grin and shoot her a wink. “I’d never make you wait, babe,” You say and make your way over to the bar.

Morticia giggles as she watches you walk off. She scans the party, people-watching for a moment, but when she glances back over at you… Who is that absolutely statuesque beauty talking to you? She would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous, however, the other woman says something that totally cracks you up before easily reaching over and adjusting the collar of your blazer.

Morticia wants to be angry… Furious at this display. However, she ends up developing a deep sadness instead. Look at how easily that woman was able to get your attention. It took her so long to work up the courage to even talk to you before you both started dating.

She… Feels inadequate. How can she compare with the woman you’re chatting with? A sudden stab of panic hits her when she thinks about you leaving her. She… Couldn’t bear that. It would utterly destroy her. You are the love of her life and she needs you.

It takes her a moment to realize that she’s crying. Tears roll silently down her cheeks as she looks at you. She sniffles and wipes her eyes, careful not to ruin her immaculate make-up, before crossing her arms and trying to adopt a cool exterior. She will NOT be seen breaking down at such an elaborate gala.

Finally, after what feels like ages, you make your back over to Morticia… And are completely shocked. You know Morticia and you’ve never seen her quite so upset. “Babe… What’s going on?” You ask and try to cup her cheek.

Morticia turns her head sharply so you can’t. “Nothing, but I can see you made a new friend over there. I’m glad you’re enjoying the party so much,” She says, trying her best to not let you hear the waver in her voice.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Um… What?” You ask.

Morticia growls before leading you to a more secluded area, away from prying eyes.

You don’t know how Morticia’s mood could have soured so suddenly. “Babe, I don’t-”

“Be quiet, Y/N,” Morticia snaps, hoping to mask her pain with anger. She doesn’t want you to know how insecure she feels.

Your eyes go wide, but you nod, signaling that you’re listening.

Morticia sighs before discreetly trying to wipe some more of her tears away. “Darling… Who was that woman you were talking to up at the bar? Why did you let her be so… Flirty with you?” She asks, her throat quickly growing dry from her nerves.

You pause for a moment, caught off guard. “Wait, what…?” You say, trailing off. You think for a moment… Before bursting into laughter.

Morticia feels her heart rate speed up. What are you cackling about? Was this some kind of cruel, elaborate set-up you created to dump her, or something?!

“Hahaha! That’s funny as hell,” You laugh and hold your face in your hand.

Morticia cheeks burn. “What are you laughing about, Y/N,” She demands.

You finally calm down and explain. “Babe, that’s Alcina,” You say, pointing over at the woman you were talking to.

Morticia quirks an eyebrow. “And??” She questions, still concerned.

You smile. “Alcina’s my big sister, Tish,” You tell her.

Morticia’s mouth hangs open at this. She rapidly glances over at Alcina and just stares for a moment, processing everything.

You lean in to kiss her on the cheek. “Uh… I’m sorry for not introducing you to her. We can go hang out with her if you want,” You say, scratching the back of your head and feeling a bit awkward.

This finally seems to snap Morticia out of her stupor. “So… So you and her weren’t…?” She tries to say.

You crinkle your nose in disgust. “Fuck no, Tish,” You gag.

Morticia feels a wave of calm wash over her. You weren’t flirting with someone else. You still love her. This time… Tears of happiness make an appearance.

You gasp when you see Morticia crying again. You pull her into a hug and hold her close, running your fingers through her raven hair.

Morticia hugs you back. “I… I just thought that… You were losing interest in me. I… Couldn’t take it,” She admits.

You pull back and brush a lock of hair out of her face. “Babe, you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid,” You grin. “I’m in love with you. I’ve… Never felt like this about anybody before and I never will again. You’re my girl,” You wink.

Morticia’s cheeks flush at your words. She can’t help herself and gives you a rather steamy kiss.

You deepen it, grabbing her ass and holding her flush against you. “Hey, you wanna do it in the bathroom? Give these stuffy, rich fucks something to talk about?” You suggest crudely.

Morticia playfully swats your shoulder. “How suave of you, Y/N,” She rolls her eyes.

You laugh and wiggle your eyebrows. “So… Is that a yes?” You ask and hold your hand out to her.

Morticia sighs and looks away… Before placing her hand in yours. “Only because you’re so cute,” She relents.

“Yes!” You cheer and drag Morticia away, making her giggle excitedly.

What better way to prove your love for Morticia than by fucking her brains out right in the middle of a party?

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #netflix wednesday #morticia addams #morticia addams x reader #crossover #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams #pugsley addams

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WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS IN A HARRY POTTER AU

Wednesday Addams; Slytherin

Enid Sinclair; Ravenclaw

Eugene Otinger; Hufflepuff

Xavier Thorpe; Ravenclaw

Ajax Petropolus; Slytherin

Bianca Barclay; Slytherin

Yoko Tanaka; Ravenclaw

Rowan Laslow; Gryffindor

Tyler Galpin; Slytherdor

Morticia Addams; Slytherin

Gomez Addams; Slytherdor

Pugsley Addams; Hufflepuff

Thing; Slytherin

Larissa Weems; Ravenclaw

Marylin Thornhill; Slytherin

If you're wondering why I wrote this down, its so that when I write any type of fanfiction in a harry potter alternate universe including any of the wednesday characters I don't have to sit around and think about what house they belong into.

So if you request anything like Xavier Thorpe x Reader in HP AU I will instantly write one where he is in Ravenclaw and depending on your request make it work with whatever house you are in.

Just so yk I don't write fan fiction for all of these characters but I still wrote them here to build it into the story.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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Poly!Larissa x Morticia x Reader with the shapeshifting and all, if you don’t want to do it just let me know cause I know some of the request can make people feel uncomfortable.

😊

Hey hey hey anon! I am absolutely comfortable with writing this 🥰 Thank you for requesting it! Had some inspiration from one of @prettyprettyprettybaby ‘s posts on this one. Hope you Enjoy 💞

Some Fun… ~Poly!Morissa xFem Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesome, semi-public sex, pet names, praise kink, shapeshifted d!ck, g!p fucking, eating out, implied exhibitionist kink…?, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You weren’t one to usually got to restaurants and such especially not alone, but tonight you had spontaneously decided to go wine and dine yourself.

That’s how you ended up in this high end Italian place, known for their wine. So with a glass of red wine in your hand and having already eaten, you were spending your night away in this fancy place.

The bell of the door rang, indicating someone had walked in. You turned your head slightly to see who walked in, and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. In walked a tall, blonde goddess accompanied by another less tall, raven haired goddess.

They say a few table away from you but you had a direct cross view. They only ordered salads and then went straight to wine. Your eyes kept fluttering to them. You tried to stop staring, but you were finding it extremely difficult…

A little while later, the women began to get up to leave. A part of you was saddened that they were leaving your presence. But you were even more stunned when instead of going to the exit, the women started to approach you. The raven haired woman took a seat across from you, and the blonde stole a chair from another table to sit adjacent to both of you.

“Um… hi…?” You stuttered, your gaze flickering back and forth from woman to woman in a frenzy.

“We understand that this is not customary, but you see, we saw you staring, Darling, and we thought we might come introduce ourselves…” the blonde spoke with the most sinfully delicious British accent ever.

You gulped and nodded with a strong blush.

“I’m Morticia and this is my partner, Larissa, and we’re in an open relationship…” the raven haired goddess spoke with a sultry tone.

“Oh…?” You chocked out, setting your wine down.

“And we thought from your lingering gaze, Darling, that you might be interested…” Larissa purred.

Your mouth went dry and your breath hitched. Then both women got up. Your eyes frantically looked back and forth. Then Larissa leaned down to the shell of your ear.

“Meet us in the bathroom in 10 minutes if that is indeed the case…” she husked.

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Those was the longest fucking 10 minutes do your life. You stared at the clock intently, and as soon as the clock hit minute 10, you scurried to the women’s restroom. There was only one stall and so you knocked.

“It’s me…” you spoke in a hushed tone.

The door swung open and a creamy, strong hand pulled you in, closing and locking the door behind you. You were slammed against the bathroom door, the raven haired woman’s lips smashing against yours. You moaned into the kiss with need. The blonde was leaning against the door, drinking in the show unfolding before her. At one point, you both pull away breathless from the heated kiss.

“I want to feel her…” Larissa lustfully husked, taking Morticia’s place and trapping you flush against the door.

You gasped as your hips instinctually started grinding against her now very apparent bulge.

“Want to feel your walls fluttering around me, Darling…” Larissa groaned.

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“Please please…” you chanted.

The both of you stripped down to your bras quickly. Morticia helping the blonde with the zipper of her dress and you currying to removed your pants and knickers. With the final throw to the side of Larissa’s knickers, your eyes widened as you got a full look at the woman’s hardened cock. Your needy eyes fluttered back up to the blonde.

Larissa didn’t even take the time to shoot you a teasing quip about your lingering gaze. No, she tapped her sides, indicating for you to jump up, where your legs straddled her waist and she held you against the wall while lining her veiny cock up with your throbbing cunt. She slipped into your heat with ease, causing a throaty moan to escape from your lips.

“God yesssss—” you hissed, Larissa’s dick filling you up in a deliciously overwhelming way.

Morticia was right next to both of you, now teasing her own cunt, moaning at the sight of the two of you. With the pressure of you being pressed between the blonde and the wall, Larissa began thrusting into you.

“Harder, faster Larissa please…” you whimpered, dying of her slow, torturous pace.

Larissa smirked at your plea, looking over to Morticia who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and nodding eagerly.

“Alright, but you’ll have to stay quiet, Darling…” she breathily purred, “Can you do that…?”

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“Words, Sweet girl…” Morticia warily purred.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched.

“Yes yes, I can take it please—!!” You whimpered.

At this, Larissa’s lips crashed into yours, before she was pounding into you relentlessly. She pulled away from the kiss only to start marking your neck and shoulders. But you couldn’t keep quiet… Whimpers, moans, and mewls escaped your lips, as the blonde pounded into you without mercy. Morticia hushed you and her hand snaked up to your mouth, covering your helpless moans up tightly.

“Gotta be quiet, sweet girl…” she hummed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Oh Shit—!!

You began panicking. But the two women were ahead of you. And the blonde didn’t stop pounding into you. Your screams were muffled by the raven haired woman’s hand.

“Shhhhh, we’re not going to stop for a mere stranger, hmmm Mon Amour…?” She purred.

Larissa chuckled darkly, “Oh no, not gonna stop until we’ve filled our pet up with my cum, so deep she’ll be having my baby…”

You let out a particular leud moan now, the idea of being caught along with being bred.

“I can feel your walls clenching harder and harder, Darling…” Larissa groans.

“Oh my, does being caught turn out pretty, little pet on…?” Morticia taunts, her eyes blackened fully with lust.

You nod vigorously, nuzzling your head in the blonde’s shoulder to muffle your screams. All of this being enough to send you over the edge unexpectedly. You came with a violent spasm and many muffled cries. And Larissa was quick to climax after you, filling you up all the way. Morticia followed right after that, riding out her high on her own fingers.

From there, Larissa slid out of you, catching you as your legs buckled. You looked around and found the raven haired woman was sitting on the counter with her legs spread out wide.

“Be a Good pet and eat me out…” Morticia purred.

“Yes Ma’am…” you panted.

You nodded vigorously and crawled over to the raven haired goddess, placing your hands of her creamy thighs and diffing your tongue deep inside her soaked pussy. The woman’s hand snuck it’s way into your hair, pushing you further into her cunt. You worked Morticia up to the edge quickly and with skill. And she came with a leud groan, which Larissa quickly silenced by smashing her lips to Morticia’s. You happily lapped up all of the raven haired goddesses juices, before meeting your own lips with hers.

The three of you were a panting mess as you hurriedly cleaned up in order to let the next person have the bathroom. You said your goodbyes, Morticia taking one last heated kiss from your lips and Larissa pecking each of your cheeks lovingly.

Then the two women left first. And you followed out after five minutes. When you went back to your table, you found that your bill had been paid and that Larissa had left her business card with her number and a note that read,

Don’t be afraid to call, Darling <33

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Morticia Addams Masterlist

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multimilfs · 1 year

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Morticia Addams x Fem!Reader: Dark Hearts, Dark Desires

Summary: Morticia Addams + 35 -- "Stop laughing at me."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is short and sweet. I wanted to imagine a little moment in the Addams household and this is what came to mind. I hope you enjoy!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @leftoverenvy

Warning(s): Poison mention

“Oh—oh my!”

Flouncing into Wednesday’s room on your weekly weapons roundup, you haven’t been paying much attention. The door being open usually meant Wednesday was at school or off reading.

So when you walk in and witness her in a bright pink dress, you’re stunned to say the least. Your grim little girl looks miserable and not in a fun way.

“It’s delightful, isn’t it?” Wednesday asks, voice dripping with disdain.

“Certainly, darling. Very bright.”

“It’s hideous.”

“Don’t be so hasty. Do you like it?”

Wednesday hesitates. She turns slowly and stiffly in the mirror. Tugging her braids to the front, she turns again. You wait.

With her getting older, you knew it’d be a matter of time before she began to experiment; you just hadn’t expected your first run-in with her experimentation to be related to clothing. She’s preferred black as long as you can remember.

You despise the pink. It’s bright and cheery and the very opposite of what you’d expect of an Addams; but you want Wednesday to be secure and supported in whatever she chooses. So you wait patiently while she takes in her appearance.

“I hate it.” She decides.

A laugh leaves you. You’re relieved more than anything.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Oh, darling, I’m not laughing at you,” You assure, kissing her forehead, “I was laughing at myself. I was very concerned about how I’d wash something so pink when the rest of us wear black.”

Wednesday hums, nodding, “Can I burn this?”

“Only if you let your brother assist.”

She pauses. Hands folded in front of her, she hums for a few, long moments, as if weighing the pros and cons.

“Fine, but I get to start the fire.” She decides.

“I’ll inform him of your terms. Any weapons you need returned?”

You motion to the metal chest under your arm. Daggers and short swords glint in the dim firelight, some not at all, covered in rust and what looks like dried blood.

Wednesday produces a few daggers; one from under her pillow, one from her desk, and one you somehow missed buried in the wall. She’s careful to hand them over hilt-first.

“Thank you, darling. You remember our fire safety rules?”

“Don’t set anyone on fire without their consent and no summoning the dark forces until I’m fifteen.” She recites.

“Very good.”

Wednesday runs off to find Pugsley and you continue your sweep of the house; you find more than half of the missing lot in Mamá’s room. Satisfied, you walk downstairs, peering into the kitchen and stopping short.

Morticia—goddess she is, bathed in shadows—stands at the counter, mixing something in a bowl furiously. You raise an eyebrow.

“Something the matter, Tish?” You ask.

“Not in the slightest.”

“You’re mixing that like you’re trying to torture it. I’m not jealous, but is there a reason for that?”

She sighs, “I didn’t pick enough nightshade berries to make the mixture black.”

You smile fondly and round the counter to kiss her. Her lips taste faintly of Belladonna and you have to pull away, lest you find yourself distracted. Looking into the batter, you hum sympathetically; it’s a deep purple rather than a midnight black.

“Simple,” You say, “I’ll go pick more.”

“Are you sure, darling? Ever since we used the wrong potting soil, it’s been trying to eat us—even Mama. You must promise you won’t let it get you.”

“Never without you, Tish. I’ll take Lurch. It likes him.”

“He’s the only one it couldn’t hope to digest.” Morticia nods.

“I feel like there’s a beautiful metaphor in there somewhere,” You say, admiring Morticia as she goes back to her work.

“To be certain. We always want what we can’t have.”

“Except us.”

Her red lips part in a smile, “Except us, my dark heart.”

#morticia addams #morticia addams x reader #the addams family #the addams family x reader #morticia addams imagine #the addams family imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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shslbunnylover · 6 months

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★★★𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 29: 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Period sex, eating out (R receiving), cramps,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Morticia definitely has a blood kink I'm sorry-

Word count: 1.2k

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The pain in your abdomen was killing you; the cramps made you feel weak enough that you felt like you could pass out at any moment. You even started to feel incredibly nauseous, so you decided that the best thing to do for now while the pain medicine took effect was go up to your room and lie down for a moment.

"Amor?" You heard the voice of your wife asking you with concern as she saw you stumble into the room, clutching the area where you felt a knife had penetrated through your body.

You smile softly, placing a kiss on Morticia's cheek before sitting down on the king-sized bed, your body comfortably sinking into the plush of the mattress below, allowing your body to relax a little bit.

"Hey Tisha..." You sighed, your eyes hooding a little bit from how exhausted the pain in your uterus had made you feel. "What's up?"

The ravenette stood up swiftly, placing her book on the desk in front of her as she quickly made her way over to you, sitting down and stroking your hair sympathetically.

"I should be asking you that, Preciosa," Morticia replied, a well-manicured hand sliding down to where you were clutching at your stomach, her thumb rubbing circles into the skin as an endeavor to try and soothe you.

"It's nothing, don't worry," You reassured her, moving your palm to overlay the hand that was caressing your abdomen. "I just started my period, and my cramps are much worse than usual," You grumbled, cursing your body for having a uterus.

"Oh, Y/n, you should have said that earlier! You know I would have gotten you everything you needed or wanted," The taller woman cooed, looking at you with worry.

You couldn't help but blush at how kind your wife was being, how it made you feel all fuzzy inside of your body.

"Thanks...but I didn't want to bother you," You mumbled, turning your body over so that you could bury your face in her, her scent comforting you like a gentle hug.

Her scent was overwhelming to your emotions, as they were heightened by the increasing number of hormones in your body, leaving you with some rather lewd thoughts.

You tried to push them away; you could handle your lust for a couple more days, at least until you finally stopped bleeding.

"You know you won't bother me," Morticia chuckled, her eyes looking down at you as she continued caressing your lower stomach. "What medicines have you taken? Do you want me to do anything for you? Or do you just need some time with me?" She asked, propping you up against her body, her arms wrapping around your body before returning to rub circles around where she knew your cramps hurt the most.

You were silent for a couple of moments, debating whether or not to ask her for what you truly wanted.

"I just need some time with you," You lied, looking off to the dresser where you knew she kept her strap-ons and other toys.

Looking down at you with concern, the ravenette followed your eyes to the dresser, seemingly unaware of what you were thinking.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I'm happy to provide it to you, Amor," She asked, tilting your head with her hand to lock eyes with her, her eyebrow raising at the sight of how flushed your cheeks had become.

"Can... Can you promise not to be grossed out?" You begged, looking at her with fearful eyes.

"Of course, I'll do whatever you want me to. Besides, you already know my love for the obscure," The taller woman chuckled, a sly smile pulling at her face, leaving you more of a blushing mess.

You remained silent, internally cursing yourself out like a sailor for even bringing it up. But to your surprise, your wife seemed to guess what you wanted just by your sudden lack of speech.

"Why? Do you want me to help you out...in other ways? I know that a good session can help your cramps," Morticia asked softly, sliding her arm to wrap around the waistband of your pants, tugging on them slightly.

"N-No I just... Well... Maybe?" You blushed, covering your face with your hands as you buried yourself deeper down into your wife's body.

Morticia licked her lips seductively, a fat smirk making itself present on her face as she straddled your lap, being careful not to hurt you before kissing you slowly but passionately.

“I’m going to get a towel,” Morticia breathes against your mouth, eyes still closed and body swaying you both ever so slightly. “When I get back,” You watch with wide doe eyes as her lashes flutter open and her gaze starts to appreciate the blush on your cheeks, “I want to see all of you. Is that okay?” She speaks softly, eyebrows lifting and furrowing all at once as she checks for consent.

Her lips were attached to your puffy clit, your eyes rolling back into your head as she began to lick long strides across your sex, your blood falling down her lips and down to her neck.

"Fuck, your blood is so delightful mi amor~" Morticia smirked, looking up at you as your body shook under her tongue, making her chuckle, the vibrations making you squirm even more.

"Please- Need you~!!" You cried, whining at how slow she was being for the sake of your comfort.

"Oh, I know you do," The ravenette teased, her tongue swishing in and out of your hole, the taste of your blood making her feel even more aroused as your moans filled the room.

She had already fucked you clear of any cramps twice since you had started, and you felt like your body couldn't even fathom taking another orgasm. Your hands found their way to her hair, tugging on her black locks slightly as the sensations of her mouth going back to your sensitive bundle of nerves filled every inch of you.

"Please Tisha~!! I need you so badly!!" You continued to mewl, eyes shutting as you felt your muscles tightening while your orgasm came up to you, the knot in your stomach snapping as you felt it washing over you for the third time that night.

Morticia smirked as she felt your used pussy clench down on nothing as your climax took over your body, continuing to lap up both your arousal fluid and blood before swallowing both with a smirk.

"Oh you're so cute like this Amor," The ravenette smirked, watching your body's trembling slow down as it came down from it's high.

"T-Thank you..." You mumbled, a squeak leaving your lips as you felt yourself being picked up by your wife.

"So, why don't I go and run you a bath, and I'll get you some more meds and your favorite foods?" Morticia asked, her smirk softening into a smile as she looked at your beautiful blissed out face.

#lesbian #wlw #pansexual #wlw ns/fw #kinktober 2023 #smut #shslbunnylovers kinktober #wlw and nblw only #nblw #nblw ns/fw #bisexual #morticia adams x reader #morticia addams x reader #wendsday #tim burtons wendsday

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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Hiya!

Could I request a morticia x fem!reader

Reader is really struggling with her mental health and is pushing morticia away but morticia finds out and comforts reader and helps reader open up

I’m here| h&c

*Authors note~ not me scrolling through my fic ideas because I wanted to make this perfect and considering my own bpd is playing up rn this felt good to write*

Trigger warnings~ mental health bpd reader self harm

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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You knew it was getting bad again, the unexplained bouts of anger and the flickering mood changes that honestly made you feel sea sick half the time. It was driving you insane, the hallucinations and paranoia causing you to isolate yourself, not leaving your room for anything. It was getting hard to know what was real and what wasn’t so you felt it was better for you and really everyone else.

You had no idea how to get out of this storm, your arms and legs littered in fresh cuts and scars from the older ones. You needed to feel something at least and if that’s what worked then you would continue. It wasn’t like you felt the pain anymore anyway, you were more numb than anything else. You figured you were safe to be alone for a while, most the students and staff had gone for the break, you choose to stay at Nevermore in favour of avoiding some awkward painful moments with your family.

The knock on your door startled you, you didn’t even know if anyone knew you were here. But that’s when you heard her voice. Larissa knew how you felt for Morticia so when she had noticed you not coming out of your room and knowing you had a rough past she asked the raven haired woman to check on you. “Mon chérie? Can you let me” she murmured to you, the way she spoke French always got her what she desired from you so naturally you opened the door forgetting momentarily what state you were in. “Tish?” You whimpered as you watched her face fall at the state of you.

The raven haired woman slipped into your dorm and shut your door. “Y/n, Mon amour?” Was all it took for you to break down in harsh sobs. The care and concern in her voice setting off the emotional outburst. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” You cried as your legs gave out on you, yet you never hit the ground thanks to the other woman. “I’ve got you, it’s okay it’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you” she murmured to you on a loop just holding you as you cried. You’d told morticia of your bpd and she could quickly identify this as a depressive episode, she knew all she could do is be here for you and help you through it, just glad Larissa had informed her of it before it got really dangerous.

You managed to calm yourself by using her scent and her beating heart to ground yourself, the onslaught of overwhelming emotions exhausting you but the paranoia still present. “I’m sorry Tish you must hate me now! I get it I know I’m too much I’m sorry you can leave” you whimpered only to be hushed by her lips touching the crown of your head. “I’m not leaving you mon amour, shall we take a nap my darling?” With a nod of consent you let her clean and bandage the cuts before crawling into bed with her and snuggling on her chest. “Is this okay?” You whispered. “It’s perfect darling. Now let’s take a nap and see how you feel when we wake up okay?”

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #morticia frump #morticia x reader #mortica addams #morticia fic #morticia addams #morticia addams x reader

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dollsbite · 1 year

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˖ ࣪ ☆ — ' A NIGHT TO REMEMBER '

ㅤpairing : morticia & gomez + gn reader

ㅤafterthoughts ; i haven't written in so long so i hope this'll make up for it. enjoy! i don't speak french, so i apologize if the pet names are gendered.

The graveyard is draped in darkness, the moonlight casting an almost film-noir black and white over the moving shadows. Red, perfectly manicured nails press lightly against your skin as the woman takes you by the hand. Beside her a man presses his cold lips to yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You've been here before, at least twice since meeting these two. This time feels different though; the air has changed between you and them.

It's just the three of you, gone is the presence of their rowdy children, the absence of their colorful - yet depressingly dressed family members, allows the howling of the wind to compliment the noises of the nightlife. The stars are out tonight too, they seem brighter than usual, more vivid in the dark sky. A chill runs through you as her hot breath brushes against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"Are you cold?" Morticia stops in her tracks, "darling, you're shaking."

Dark brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. Her beauty has you in a trance, hair like silk, lipstick contrasting graciously against her pale skin. She smiles seductively, something about the way she moves sends tingles down your spine.

Before you can brush aside her concerns, a sudden weight is draped over your shoulders. The jacket is noticeably familiar, but it's still warm from being worn by its owner earlier in the evening. You look up, finding yourself staring into those famous black eyes, framed with thick lashes. Your hands run across the back of his neck, tracing along the contours of his face. The headiness of his expensive cologne and a hint of tobacco smoke reminds you of his scent when he kissed you for the first time.

Gomez reaches up and lifts your chin, pressing his lips to yours once again. You can feel him smile against your mouth, feeling his warmth spread throughout your body. He pulls away slightly, staring into your eyes. "We can't have you freezing to death, mon amour."

You return his gaze, the same awe in your eyes that you felt when you first saw him. His grip loosens around your waist, allowing you to turn fully towards him. The hushed whispers of the townsfolk are still fresh in your mind, their judgmental gaze burning into the skin of your backside. Just as they would pick apart the family for their strangeness (what you would say was uniqueness), you soon became the talk of the town once they spotted you attached to the hip of the Addams family patriarch and his loving wife.

Now Gomez stands before you, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulders. His other hand rests on your lower back, gently rubbing the small of your back. The man can't help but feel his heart skip a beat each time you touch him. When you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, he is overwhelmed by feelings he never thought possible.

"We're almost there, my loves," Morticia says softly, "don't be afraid."

A wave of worry washes over you, the feeling of claustrophobia in this tiny place grows. Yet the couple seems so relaxed, even at the prospect of being surrounded by dead people. You shake off the thought, looking up to see Gomez smiling down at you. He can sense the hesitancy, as does his wife, who glances at him, then you. Her brows are raised, concern lacing her usually tranquil features.

"We'll be fine, mon chéri," he assures you, "you're safe here."

Gomez kisses you softly, one last kiss before heading inside. Your heart feels lighter just having his reassurance, despite being surrounded by so many spirits. It isn't the dead that makes you uneasy; it's them, your lovers. The only ones you trust in this world. The only ones that haven't judged you for your desires. A part of wonders if you should tread further into the unknown, delve into such a peculiar relationship. But another part of you wants to stay here, feeling the warmth of their bodies against yours as the cold breeze blows past your flesh. The two are just so alluring.

Morticia leads the way, her long fingers grasping the iron fence. The family mausoleum lies ahead, it's stone walls standing strong and tall. The graves are decorated in elaborate designs, crosses marking where loved ones lay. The building itself is an old Victorian design, built with integrity and charm. Its doors are open, revealing the cool interior. Its ceiling is high, supported by ornate beams, adorned with bones made of pearly marble.

"Is this where we're going?" You ask, looking at the large tombstone which sits in front of the door. The name etched on it reads: Addams.

Your lover turns to you, kissing your cheek. "This is our resting place, darlings."

He takes your hand in his, leading you inside. The inside of the mausoleum is dark, lit only by candles. They line the walls, flickering shadows dancing across the walls as they're blown about by the breeze. Two caskets sit side by side, Gomez's coffin sits upon the right, empty save for a few flowers, the smell of their sweet scent lingering in the air. Morticia's is placed on the left, the bedding inside her coffin is laced with ruby silk, giving off a red hue. Her name is written on the stone above her, the words eternally carved into the black stone.

"I didn't expect to pass on tonight," Your tone is teasing, "otherwise, I would've had my affairs in place."

Gomez chuckles and Morticia smiles, placing her hand on top of his. "Nonsense, my dear. It'll happen, all in good time."

"This isn't our final stop," Morticia explains, "we still have some business to attend to."

She leads you to the back, opening the door to reveal a small room. The walls are lined with shelves, displaying coffins, urns, and other items you don't recognize. A velvet cloth covers a casket at the far end, the contents within shrouded from view. Gomez places his hand on your lower back, guiding you closer. You follow slowly, peering over his shoulder.

The casket is small, its lid closed. The fabric covering it is tight and creased, as though it has been used recently. Morticia steps forward, gently lifting the cover. Instead of being met with the scent of decay, the pleasant aroma of roses greets your nose. A small box rests atop the mound of sheets, its golden latch gleaming in the candlelight. She opens the box, revealing a ring inside.

"It's beautiful," You breathe, staring at the sparkling gem on display.

"Yes, it is," Gomez agrees, "and it belongs to you."

"I'm not sure..." You glance between the two of them, "it's too much, I-"

"You deserve it, darling," Morticia insists, taking the ring out of the box, "this is from me to you."

Gomez takes your free hand, placing the ring on your finger. You touch the diamond, admiring its beauty. It shimmers in the candlelight, reflecting off of its facets, the light causing it to sparkle like a star. You smile, turning your hand to look at the ring. It fits perfectly, snugly fitting on your finger.

"Now you're ours forever," Gomez whispers, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

You hold him close, kissing his neck and shoulders while his hand runs through your hair. Morticia watches, her eyes shining brightly as she touches your cheek affectionately. She pulls away, cupping your chin in her palm.

"Our love will never die," she declares, leaning in to kiss you. You kiss her back, wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull her close. You feel the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume filling your senses. You feel dizzy, your head spinning as she kisses you harder. You lose yourself in her embrace, breaking the kiss to gaze up at her face. You see something in her eye, a glimmer of hope and promise.

"We have our whole lives ahead of us, love," she whispers, "let's make it last."

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