#dom Morticia

[prettygreenpills]

hey, I am here for kinktober day 5 with Morticia Addams? Maybe a bit of angry mommy Morticia taking her anger out on the reader? Thank you! I love your works and can’t wait to read more for the kinktober!

have a nice day

Hi anon! Here it is!

KINKTOBER day 5 | breath play - Morticia Addams

You need some air darling?

warnings: breath play, choking, fingering, thigh riding, mommy!morticia, etc.

“Will you excuse us Larissa?” Morticia asked your principal kindly and you looked at her with horror in your eyes.

“Of course Tish,” your principal said only and you felt your organs shake. Morticia took your hand and pulled you out of the office you three had a meeting in and she started walking towards your room she knew you didn’t share with anyone.

When she opened the doors of your room, she pushed you inside, closing them shut behind herself.

“Take off your clothes darling.”

“But Tish-“

“I said, take them off,” Morticia looked you deep into your eyes and you didn’t dare to not follow her instructions. You started taking your clothes off for her. When you took off the last piece as well, what left you naked in the room, you looked at Morticia who was standing still and looking out of the window.

“Onto the bed, legs up,” she ordered you and that was the moment she turned to face you. You nodded your head and laid onto your back, taking your calf muscles and pulling your legs up.

And like that, you were all exposed to Morticia. When she saw your glistening naked core aching for her, she just smiled and looked you into your face.

You let out a soft breath, which was like a call for the black haired woman. She walked over to the bed and knelt onto the mattress you were laying on. You looked down at her and breathed out.

“Please-“

“Begging now are we?” She cocked an eyebrow at you and tilted her head to the side. Her hand travelled up your already naked body and she pinched your nipple. Letting out a gasp for her, you tilted your head back and didn’t even realize what a good move it was for Morticia.

Her strong hand immediately grasped you by your neck. She pulled herself closer to you and her free hand wandered down your core.

“Mhm-“

“Shut up now. You were flirting with Larissa in that office, god knows how many times she had fucked you while I was gone,” Morticia stated and you shook your head no.

“She- s-she didn’t-“

“I said keep your mouth shut,” Morticia seemed even more angry than before and you bit on your lower lip, trying to get some oxygen to your lungs. Even though you couldn’t.

Keeping your mouth shut like you were told, when Morticia’s fingers slipped inside of your slippery wet cunt, you only bit on your lip. Her fingers were stretching you out so well and all you were allowed to do was laying there on the bed and taking what she was giving to you.

Your mouth opened and it was totally out of your control. A gasp left from between your delicate cherry lips and you started to feel a little lightheaded.

Morticia looked up at you. Smirking only, she released your throat for a second, but when she was sure you took a proper breath, she leant onto her hand which was placed on your neck again and started choking you even more.

Her fingers became faster and…. Thicker. You didn’t know if she added another one or not, but she was stretching you out to that point when it started to hurt. While she was focusing on your cunt, her hand loosened a little and you could take a small breath.

“You will show me who owns you. You will cum for me, like this. Understood?”

You didn’t speak, just nodded your head. Morticia seemed to be satisfied by your answer and when she curled her fingers, you bucked your hips against her hand.

“So needy aren’t we?” She asked you. “Hm? Cara Mia?”

“Please-“

“Go ahead. Don’t ignore your needs,” she whispered into your ear and her fingers went even deeper inside of you. She was hitting your spot with the top of them and your eyes rolled back into your scalp.

Your face was read already from all of the blood which wasn’t allowed to flow down to the rest of your body. Your neck hurt from how Morticia was choking you and when her fingers pumped rougher, you clenched your thighs.

“Shit!” You gasped out, as loud as Morticia’s hand allowed you to. Your thighs clenched and you tried to keep them together as much as you could.

“Hush, we are not done,” Morticia growled at you and she pulled her fingers out. She took your hips and lifted you up while she sat onto the edge of the bed. She pulled her skirt up so it was around her beautiful waist and she sat you onto her bony thigh.

As her body made contact with your centre, and it wasn’t really gentle, you whined. Without any waiting, Morticia placed her pale hands onto your hips and started guiding you up and down on her thigh, making sure she would spread your folds to bring you more pleasure.

“Now this is just a little teasing. You’re not allowed to touch me, place your hands onto your thighs,” Morticia commanded to you and when you did as she said, her hand grabbed your throat again, her fingertips burying into your soft skin.

“Ah-“

Her free hand took you by your hip. She was so strong, there were no doubts in that. Using only one hand, she started moving your lower body on her thigh and choking you again.

You had your eyes closed and your fingernails started showing into your thighs immediately and Morticia accidentally parted your folds. Your clit was in contact with her thigh and the burning sensation the woman was making you feel started to be more uncomfortable than comfortable.

Your loud moan brought Morticia’s attention to your face. She brushed your hair out of your face and then she took your hip again, pushing you down onto her thigh even more.

Shaking on her from the stimulation was what made you feel so embarrassed. Soft moans which bubbled out of your throat were the only signs of that something was going on in the room.

“H-hurts-“

“Now, do you know why is all of this happening?” Morticia asked, looking you straight into your eyes. When she realized that a tear fall from them, she let go of your neck and used her hand on your hips, fucking you on herself.

“B-because-“ you started but had to clear your throat. When you swallowed and it hurt, you were sure about that a bruise was forming there. “Because I was flirting with Larissa-“

“That’s right,” Morticia agreed with you and when she felt your thighs clench and heard you hiss, she looked up at you. “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“N-No Mistress-“

“That’s right,” Morticia said and when she knew that you were so close to your release, she lifted you up from her thigh and sat you onto the bed. “Now look what a mess you’ve made.”

“I am so sorry,” you whispered and pulled your thighs closer to your chest. You didn’t dare to look up at her until you didn’t hear her approach the bed again. You looked up with fear in your eyes and you just listened.

“Don’t you dare flirt with anyone while you’re here or you’ll end up so much worse. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress,” you whispered and furrowed your eyebrows because your throat hurt. You didn’t even try swallowing. Of course her behavior made you feel butterflies in your stomach, there was no questioning it.

And as she said before you left to study at Nevermore. She would teach you a lesson once you misbehave. And that day way today.

[and-fishing-equipment]

less small uwu bean will graham and dom daddy hannibal and more gomez and morticia addams comparisons

[v3nusxsky]

Hello! 👋🏻 I would love a little smutty Larissa x Morticia x Reader oneshot if I'm the first ask. Please and thank you 😊

Can we keep her? 18+

*Authors note~ I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while placement has been hectic with so many assessments needing to be done for me to pass the year which ends in two weeks! But have this little brain child*

Trigger warnings ~ established relationship Mortica x reader, mommy dom! Mortica, sub r, sub leaning switch!Larissa, talks of past Tish x Larissa, oral fixation (r), thigh riding (L-M), praise kink, degrading kink, oral sex, fingering, sensory play?, blindfolds, overstimulation kink, mirror sex, aftercare obvs

Prompt^^^

Being Nevermore’s Literature professor was in all honesty a dream come true. Ever since your time as a student in the school you’d wished to end up here. And that you did. Larissa couldn’t wait to offer you a position after being your last placement before you qualified. The skills you possess are honestly some of the best she has seen and therefore makes you an asset to her staff.

But if you know Nevermore, which you do, it always provides the unexpected. The youngest member of staff just so happened to unknowingly gain the interest of a certain raven haired beauty. Morticia Addams. But it was not the only time you’d been on her mind, no, when you were studying you often ended up shadowing her class as Larissa felt you needed to be well rounded in classroom management. Your nature making you quiet and reserved and a little afraid to assume your natural authority over the class. Which is why Mortica was perfect for you.

Thinking back to how it all started out with you and your girlfriend always brings a smile to your face. When things got tough she was always there, rain or shine to support you. Also you’d be utterly insane to not notice her radiant beauty she so effortlessly wears. Everything about her was perfect. Beautiful skin like the pale moons reflection on the lake. Raven hair as dark as night, perfectly straight and never out of place. Dresses that hugged her body as if they were her skin. And the height that woman has often brings you to your knees. Truly, she’s magnificent. So of course it was only natural to see her celestial being in your dreams.

You knew of her psychic abilities and she knew that you process the ability of mental projection. Now you have a higher ability than most would assume which allows you to project thoughts feelings, create alternative worlds with your imagination and even switch realities. Mostly, you enjoyed your ability and the fact you could use it to help others, but you’d never would’ve thought that your own mind would let out your secret desire.

You’d been utterly exhausted the whole day which resulted in your head snuggled into the woman’s neck as she read a French book out loud to soothe you to sleep. And like always the smooth silky voice and the steady thumps of the heart bellow you worked like a charm. Only to send you into the spiciest dream you’ve ever had.

“Mommy” you whined pitifully as you squirmed under Larissa’s gaze. The blonde seemingly confident as she towered over you, not even throwing her past crush a glance. “She is a pretty thing Tish, I could do so much with her” the shifter murmured thoughtfully, clearly talking about you and not to you as she ignored your desperate state.

“Ah, mon amour, you aren’t in control here are you darling?” Your lover reminded the principal, clearly stating that she is in control of both you and the blonde. “Will you be good for me sweet girl?” She practically coed at the older woman while actively ignoring you. “Yes mommy” came the mumbled response, her shyness soaking the words. “Oh my dear Rissa, we both know you aren’t shy in this department darling” came her chuckled teasing words. You’d know there was something with them in the past, but purposely not spoken about until this interaction.

It was then that you became overwhelmed with your thoughts of the two women together in the most intimate and inexperienced ways that your grip of control faltered and everyone in the room was blessed with the image of Larissa Weems in her youth, riding your Tish’s milky thigh in a frantic rhythm. “Oh! You’re so good Rissa, keep going for mommy, I want to feel you cum for me darling” she would murmured into the blondes ear before taking it between her teeth and tugging gently.

Unbeknownst to your slumbering self you’d given your girlfriend the opportunity to hopefully bring her first crush and lover to the bedroom without fear of upsetting you. Seeing the sexual dream that had caused you to entangle your legs to hers, effectively pressing your now dripping warmth to her leg was enough reassurance. All she needed now was the principal to agree.

To say Larissa was expecting the potion teacher to barge into her office with such a personal invitation during school hours would have been insanity, but then again the Addams family love to make keep her on her toes. Truthfully, Principal Weems kept her ex lover former crush on the staff for many reasons. Her teaching for one, to be close to her for another, and the third being those pesky lingering feelings that never left once she left the gates of Nevermore with Gomez. One swift divorce had her back where she belongs it still not hers. No. Because she wanted you.

Meetings with the principal after hours were not uncommon for you as a first year qualified teacher however, seeing Tish sat on her desk as their lips fused together like a centuries old dance was definitely a first. Not that you were complaining at all. In fact, you decided to let them feel the affect they have on you, causing Larissa to let out a whimper of need. “Patience sweetheart, this isn’t about us yet” Morticia reprimanded as she pulled herself away from the shifters body. “Would you care to join us sweet girl? I know just how much you enjoyed your dream the other night, and mommy wants to give that to you baby.”

That’s how you found yourself reliving your first part of your dream, word for word squirming on the sofa by the warm fire. Two pairs of eyes drinking in your now semi naked form. “Much better sweet girl you’re so pretty for mommy baby” your girlfriend praised before swiftly moving to grab the blindfold she’d stashed away before your arrival. From there you were promptly ignored by the older women as Mortica claimed her dominant stance causing Larissa to slip into a happy medium, content to please everyone.

Slender fingers trailed your exposed abdomen ever so lightly that it may as well have been a ghost. A phantom feeling only to be chased away with a rougher texture on your plush thighs. “Mm” you purred happily, Morticia always knew just what you craved without you needing to say it. So there was no surprise when she instructed Larissa to fetch a cold water bottle and roll it over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. “C-cold mommy” you whimpered with an adorable pout on your luscious lips. “Oh my poor baby” the faux sympathy rolling off her words in waves. Soon enough there was a soft tassle being dragged all over your body like a snake looking for its prey as it slithers over your bra clad chest.

Soon enough both women grew tired of their little game, deciding that you were all simply too clothed for the occasion. Tish instructed you to try and undress her while your vision was not present but you ended up reaching for Weems instead. A quick tut of disapproval soon had you swivelling around to please her only to lose your balance. “Such a silly baby, can’t even undress me. Well Larissa will have to do it seems I know she can be a good girl for me.”

Only when Larissa freed the older woman from her garments did she get permission to strip down herself while Morticia ripped the skimpy lace off your body. “Please can I play with her Mommy?” Larissa mumbled completely star struck by your bare body. With a wave of the other woman’s hand Larissa immediately yanked you onto your hands and knees and settled under your body. Mortica coming to sit on the arm rest and spreading her legs for you to be eye to eye with her aching core. “Get to work little slut, be good for me baby.”

You immediately delve into her awaiting cunt, blindly missing your target by an inch causing your lover to grab a fist fall of hair to guide you, all while Larissa happily began to kiss and lick your pillowy thighs before eating you out like a starved woman. Soon enough the office was filled with the sweetest moans where French and English words blended together in the height of her enjoyment. Larissa simply moaning shamelessly into your soaked pussy causing you to mirror her with the raven haired woman’s clit pulsing between your lips. “Oh fuck baby! Right there pretty whore. Best whore for mommy” her praise only spurring on your determination to please her. Only when you decide to plunge two fingers into her greedy core did she cum as you happily lapped up your reward before tumbling over the edge yourself.

“Oh sweet girl your blindfolds all wet.” She mock gasped before ripping it off your head to examine it. “Messy whore” was offered by the blonde whose mouth was coated in your arousal and cum. All while you were blinking rapidly trying to maintain your position not wanting to disappoint them. Inevitability your shaking legs failed you causing you to collapse against the sofa earning a time out.

That’s how you found yourself sat on the floor, let’s spread wide, hands behind your back as you watched Tish bring Larissa over the edge time after time, lavishing her on sweet praise with ever orgasm, while you sat untouched and ignored. Every little needy sound that slipped past your lips bought the blonde another high. Every time you moved from your position brought your girlfriend a chance to feel the bliss while you sat there watching another woman have her screaming and crying out with pure pleasure. On one hand you were jealous as sin on the other it was hot as hell and what a spectacular show to be blessed with. Perhaps that’s why you behaved.

Tish had simply lost count of how many times she’d rode the waves of pleasure, simply forgetting how good Larissa is in the department before she had some experience. However, she’s not as young as she was back then and her body simply requires a break which is why Larissa gets you resting against your mommy’s front, legs spread as she instructs you to keep your gaze on the ceiling. Fuck. Mirrors. Everywhere, you realised. “Gonna make you watch how much of a filthy slut you look like as you fall apart for another woman” she stated before setting to work in trailing her fingers through your slick. “So fucking messy sweet girl, eyes on the ceiling or I’ll make mommy hold your head that way” the blonde threatens before unleashing a whole new burst of energy on your pleading core.

“Tish, the whore won’t look” Larissa grumbled noticing how your head had dropped to the side after the second orgasm. “Mommy, too much” you slurred letting out a little squeal when Larissa touched your oversensitive clit. “One more sweet girl, mommys right here, one more baby you can take it. Look how pretty my girl looks.” Her praise combined with the principals three fingers curling just right to hit the perfect spot had you seeing stars and drenching the sofa below you all. It was only after working you down from the high did you let out a sob of “no more” over and over.

Larissa hurrying to find the pre set out aftercare things while morticia hummed a French lullaby, your favourite when this deep into sub space. Your eyes filed with a haze as you immediately began to root around for more skin to skin contact. When Larissa returned with water and sugary treat you seemed to far down which worried her. Yet Tish seemed to know just what to do. After sipping her water and encouraging you to do the same with the support from both women you settled in between them both. Completely submerged into your subby mindset you gently grabbed Larissa’s hand and brought her fingers to your lips before ever so lightly drawing them between your lips. Immediately a content sigh left your body as you snuggled more into your mommy muttering around the slender fingers, “mm we keeps her?” Without knowing Morticia already planned on it.

Word count ~ 2161

[reality-shitting]

Explicit NSFW// Minors DNI

I'm high and I'm listening to the playlist I made way back when, before I met Diluc and was in the middle of planning to write a fanfiction of my Genshin OC and him being in a secret bdsm, friends-turned-FWB, will-they-wont-they, angst/healing situationship. It makes me think of how I wrote him and how different he actually is. It's so funny because now I look back and I'm like "Why did I ever think that??" About how I thought he would be. I also laugh now knowing he was watching me gush and infodump to my friends about how invested and in love with writing this story I was. And he just. SAT THERE WATCHING ME.

In the story I was writing, I wrote that he was easy around women and was used to being flirted with and hooked up. Now I know he was so unsure how to approach me, he asked Cyno of all people for advice. Now I know he really isn't much of a playboy or a flirt.

In the story I was writing, he was a hard dom and one that could be cruel. Now I know he's a soft, pleasure dom. He loves to praise instead of degrade. He checks in every step of the way instead of solely relying on the traffic system and safe words, although we have those too. He loves worshipping my body and especially loves my tummy, rolls and curves. He makes sure to give extra love to places I'm insecure about.

In the story I was writing, he would leave me in order to protect me from becoming a target by the fatui. In reality, he'd go right back to Snezhnaya and burn the Tsaritsa herself down, if it was the last thing he ever did.

In the story I was writing, he focused more on keeping up social appearances and building walls, staying stoic and cold outside. In reality, he liked me as soon as he saw me and neither one of us were casual. We were both very awkward. But he was so proud of being mine. He'd talk about me to Adelinde and was so happy to tell persistent crushers that he was taken when they approached him again. He'd adopt two kittens for me and get an entire wardrobe for me before I'd even shifted. He'd commission Albedo to make me a body so I could shift to him. He'd promise me a life of financial freedom, health, magic, and a thriving world of joy. He'd give me nicknames and left marks in obvious places. He'd look at getting a collar and engagement ring. He was just as down bad for me as I was for him. He was very cuddly and affectionate, he'd instinctively grab me in his sleep like a stuffed bear, pulling me back anytime I moved, and mumbling my pet name. He played along with my dumb little jokes and I eventually got him to quote a vine that I always quoted. He's just as non serious with me as he is serious with everyone else. It's truly a night and day difference, but his kindness stays the same. He honestly is the Gomez to my Morticia.

And I look at that hilarious image I had of him and I go "wow, what was I thinking?"

[i-will-just-nyom-bi]

I love that we, collectively, as the Hazbin Hotel fandom, not only accepted Lucifer x Lilith as the new Morticia & Gomez Addams, but also the fact that Lucifer is the bottom of the relationship.

Like, they had almost zero screentime as a couple (only their story in Eden and nothing more, and even there we saw no part of their relationship), we have no idea what their dynamic was whatsoever, and the only shots of them being together are the picture of them laughing with Charlie and Charlie's memory of him showing her the angelic duck.

Yet we just.. Saw a depressed King of Hell Lucifer Morningstar and their height difference and went "Oh, the autistic angel definitely worships his human dom-wife and melts from her touch despite being with her for the whole of time. And they love each other so much they forget about every one in the room. Also she totally pegs him."

I love us

[jadewolf22]

My Little Brat

Fem!Shapeshifter!Tattooed!Dom!Reader x Sub!Morticia 

Warnings: smut, fingering, eating out, face riding, shape-shifted dick, blood kink, biting kink, degradation, ect… 

Word Count: 2,174 

A/n: I apologize for how bad this story is. This was my first ever Tumblr story on my very first account and I just recently found it saved in an old google doc I had. Figured I'd repost it purely for nostalgic reasons.

You and Morticia had been dating for a few months, ever since you had begun working alongside her as a professor at Nevermore, and the two of you fawned over one another. Every moment the two of you weren't teaching or busy with meetings you were lost in a heated make-out session; or, at least, you normally were. The past week you had been incredibly busy with preparation for finals, though Morticia had done her prep at the beginning of the year. You were working long hours, getting up before the sun and going to sleep well into the night, leaving Morticia feeling neglected and she has finally had enough. Since you were all but blind to her subtle hints she decided to flaunt it a little more openly, hoping you would notice just how desperate she was for you.  

Her little plan began that next morning when she came down to breakfast in a tight, sleeveless, black dress that was a little too short and showed a little too much cleavage. Her pale lips weren't coated in their usual black lipstick, but rather the dark red she only wore when the two of you were alone. You watched her walk through the cafetorium towards the staff table with your head in your hand. 

"This is going to be a very long day . . . " You sighed as Morticia joined you. 

"Good morning, my love." Morticia said cheerfully, planting a soft peck on your cheek before sitting down next to you. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" you growled, glaring at her coldly, forcing yourself to keep your eyes focused on her face rather than her chest. 

"Felt like wearing something a little tighter today," Morticia purred, looking at you with innocent eyes as she took your hand and placed it on her thigh, slowly dragging it upward. 

"No, Tish." you said firmly, pulling your hand away, "Not here; not now." 

"Why not?" Morticia whimpered softly, her lips ghosting over your ear. 

You bit down on your thumb and sighed in agitation. She was pushing every one of your buttons, but you were determined not to snap; at least, not until tonight. 

"Because, Morticia," you growled dangerously, "For one, we are in a cafetorium full of students; it would not be appropriate. For two, I'm not in the mood. I also don't have time right now." 

Morticia made to object but the bell rang, signalling the end of breakfast. You gathered your things swiftly, giving Morticia a quick kiss on the top of her head before rushing off, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the hell Morticia planned to put you through. 

Morticia's plan was as bad, and at times, worse than you had thought. During class she continuously sent you dirty little texts, which you did your best not to think about. She would visit you in between classes, sitting on your desk with her legs spread just a little too far apart; or bending over in front of you, giving you a full view of her chest. Worst, by far, was the video she'd sent you, which you wisely waited to watch until your free period. The two minute video consisted of nothing but Morticia moaning your name and other unholy things while she stroked her clit through her dress, with the text, 

"Wish this was you making me sound like this? Love you, Mon Amour. ;)" 

You could only sigh and grit your teeth. As much as you wanted to stop her antics, you were determined to make her wait until tonight, when you could do whatever you wanted without having to worry about being interrupted. 

Your weekly staff meeting did nothing to help with the matter. You had hoped Morticia would give you a small break and sit across from you as she usually did, but your hopes were crushed when you entered the conference room to find that the only empty seat was right beside Morticia. You were at a loss as to how the rest of the staff had beat you; you knew you'd left with plenty of time. Then, as you were walking towards your seat you caught Morticia and Larissa, your twin sister, exchange smirks and it suddenly made sense. With Larissa helping you knew you were screwed; there was no way you were getting a break today. 

"Hello, love." Morticia whispered, placing her hand on your thigh as she leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "How's your day been?" 

"I suggest you stop, now," you growled in her ear, taking her hand off of you, "Before I am no longer responsible for my actions . . ." 

"No." Morticia whispered with a playful smile. 

"Morticia--!" 

The rest of your sentence was cut off by Larissa as she stood, immediately launching into a long list of things that needed to be done by the end of term. 

You kept a tight grip on Morticia's hand to keep her from touching you, your frustration building as the meeting continued. To counteract your frustration you bit at the tattoos on your fingers and hands, your rings and your nails. all of which were tell-tale signs for the professors, who noted your agitation and did their best to leave you be. Morticia, on the other hand, took these signs as an invitation to continue her antics, your patience fading away by the minute. 

When the meeting ended you rushed back to your classroom, put your phone on silent and stuffed it into one of your desk drawers, where it stayed for the remainder of the day. In between classes you were out wandering the halls, being late to your own class several times; but it was better than the alternative. 

That night you were sitting at your desk in your private quarters, grading papers while Morticia read on the couch, releasing a heavy sigh every now and again to remind you that she was there, and very horny. 

'Just finish these papers.' you thought, burying yourself further into your work to keep you from looking at Morticia, 'Just finish these papers and then you can punish her.' 

This little mantra kept you focused for another hour or so before you realised how quiet the room had become. You looked up from your papers to find Morticia's book laying, open, on the couch and Morticia no longer in the room. 

"Tish?" You called softly. 

No answer. 

"Morticia?" 

This time a response came in the form of a muffled moan coming from your bedroom and you sighed, hoping, for Morticia's sake, that she was not doing what you thought she was doing. 

"Morticia?" you called again in a firmer tone, opening the bedroom door and stopping in your tracks as your preheated blood turned to a boil. Morticia lay on the bed, propped up against the headboard. The hem of her dress had been pulled up to her stomach and you could clearly see her hand moving underneath the fabric of her black lace undergarments. 

"I swear to god, Morticia," you roared the second she looked at you, "If you do not stop I will fuck you so hard you will need a wheelchair for a week!" 

Smirking playfully, Morticia stuck her tongue out at you while simultaneously flipping up her free middle finger, a challenging gleam in her dark eyes. 

"That is it!" 

You stormed towards Morticia, grabbing a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table. You grabbed her arm, causing her to withdraw her hand and whimper at the loss of contact before you yanked her onto her feet. You snapped the cuffs onto her wrists and then roughly guided her to the foot of the bed, hanging her hands above her head and keeping them there with a hook that hung down from the ceiling. 

"You have exhausted my patience . . . and my mercy, you little slut!" you snarled in her ear as you stood behind her, "I am going to use you as my personal cum dump and you will not be cumming once, tonight. Do you understand me, brat?!" 

Morticia whimpered, nodding vigorously. 

"Well, would you look at that," you sneered, taking a cloth strip and tying it over Morticia's mouth, "my little brat can take orders . . ." 

Morticia whimpered again then cried out in pleasured pain as you grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as you bit down on the junction between her neck and her shoulder, breaking the delicate skin, and drawing blood. You moaned as the sharp taste of her blood filled your mouth as you sucked and licked the bite. You did this several more times, drops of blood rolling down Morticia's neck and shoulders which you lapped up, hungrily. 

Once you were satisfied, you moved in front of Morticia, slowly and painfully removing your t-shirt and shorts, drawing a pleading whimper from Morticia. 

"Aw, what's the matter, slut?" you teased, your (E/C) eyes ablaze with anger and lust, "Wish you were the one taking my clothes off?" 

Morticia nodded, moaning as you stepped up to her in nothing but your white lace bra and red silk underwear. Morticia pulled at her restraints, wanting so desperately to run her hands over you, to trace the outline of every one of the tattoos that covered your beautiful body. 

You got down on your knees, slowly lifting up the hem of her dress, exposing her clothed, soaked core. You smirked dangerously, pushing the black fabric aside and latching your lips onto her clit, beginning to suck at it, earning a loud moan from Morticia. You hummed into her core, slowly slipping a finger into her cunt and pumping it in and out of her. Morticia's moans grew louder and so you added another finger, increasing your pace and ferocity. Not longer after you added a third finger, causing Morticia's legs to shake violently, pulling out as you felt her about to cum. Morticia groaned as you pulled away, her body slackening. 

"I told you you wouldn't be cumming tonight, bitch." you sneered, licking her juices off of your fingers and moving behind her. You unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, tearing off her bra and underwear. 

"We're going to try something new tonight." you hissed, removing your undergarments as you shapeshifted so that you now had a massive cock, "You think you can handle mommy's cock, little brat?" 

Morticia could only whimper, which you took as a 'yes', aligning your cock with her entrance and sliding into her, causing her to squeal as you began pounding into her tight hole. 

"God, Tish--!" you grunted as you thrusted into her, "You're so tight! So, tight for mommy! Such a good slut, taking all of mommy's cock so well!" 

You thrusted into her quickly, going deeper with each thrust. In no time you came, stopping completely when you felt her walls clench around you. Morticia moaned pleadingly, pulling on her restraints as she tried to get loose. You ignored her, pulling out of her ass and moving in front of her, lining your cock up with her cunt and pushing into her, starting the process over again. 

An hour later you had stopped Morticia from coming almost twenty times and finally decided she'd been punished enough. Pulling out of her for the final time, you shifted back and slowly removed Morticia's hands from the hook and untied the cloth, carrying her sex puddle of a body over to the bed. 

"You've been so good, my little brat," you said softly, "Sit on my face, and I'll let you cum." 

Morticia's eyes lit up happily, as you helped her straddle your face. A heavenly moan leapt from Morticia's mouth as your tongue swiped through her folds, lapping her juices from her overused cunt. You snaked one hand up her body and began toying with her breasts while your thumb toyed with her sore clit. 

"Oh, shit--! Mommy!" Morticia cried, tears slipping down her face as you skilfully ate her out, "M-mommy, please! Please, let me cum! Please?!" 

You hummed into her core giving her the permission she'd been longing for. With a final flick of your tongue Morticia came and you hurried to lap up her cum, eating it as if it were your last meal while Morticia screamed your name like a broken record. 

After helping Morticia down from her high, you crawled out from under her, taking her in your arms. She nuzzled her face into your chest, delicately tracing the outlines of the tattoo's on your arms and chest, planting a gentle kiss on the raven tattoo hovering just over your heart while you stroked her matching tattoo; the only one she'd ever gotten. 

"I love you, Tish." you murmured into her hair, "I'm sorry I neglected you this past week. I promise it won't happen again." 

"I love you too, Y/n." Morticia whispered, before falling asleep. 

You sighed and smiled warmly, planting a kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes and allowing sleep to overtake you.

[choccyhearts]

Lollipop Chainsaw // Steve Harrington x Reader

Note: is this too niche of an idea? i originally thought of this as an eddie fic until i realized, no, steve fits the profile for handsome jock obviously, and he would love any kind of sexy couples costume with his partner <3 (also this idea came to me because i thought it'd be sooo hot but awful irl)

CW: 18+!! Suggestive and spicy but not smut, fem!reader, light soft!dom!reader/sub!steve dynamic, steve is in LOVE, modern!steve but only cause of the video game, plzz lemme know if i missed anything!

Here's the costume btw:

♡

Steve wasn't ever really into Halloween. He did all the traditions, but it wasn't a time of year he was dying to celebrate. As he got older, he liked it for the reasons young people like it -- drinking and sexy costumes. Not that he didn't have a sweet tooth too, though.

But once he started dating you, he quickly discovered how serious people could take the holiday. Not that he was complaining. He thought it was adorable, the way your face lit up when you'd see a pumpkin or skeleton in front of someone's home, or how excited you'd get when you were making your autumn treats. And it meant he had a wide variety of dates he could take you on -- haunted houses, hay rides, pumpkin picking, picnics.

He also helped you decorate, putting up the really high stuff like spider webs and lights. He loved how big your smile was when you saw your vision come true thanks to his help. He may not love Halloween, but he sure loves you, so I guess he loves Halloween by association.

But when it came to picking out a costume, something he was excited to do, you had other plans. He wanted to do something cheesy and coupley or sexy and totally hot. He'd always thought it would be cute to have the couples' costume experience for just one night. A silent way of showing you off to everyone, making sure they know you're only his.

You, however, told him that you already knew what you were going to be and it was going to be a surpise. Steve knew he was going to like whatever you pick, but he couldn't help but feel a little bummed that another Halloween was going to come and go and he once again wasn't going to live out his couples costume fantasy.

So, now he lay on your bed, tossing a stress ball into the air and catching it while you're in the bathroom. It's Halloween weekend, and there's a party you're both excited for. Steve decided to go without costume, not having come up with a good idea soon enough. You asked him sweetly over the phone to wear his old Hawkins varsity jacket and the pair of jeans that hugged his ass and bulge nicely but refused to clue him in why.

A sigh leaves Steve's lips, his eyes lazily following the stress ball as it soars and drops over and over again. It had been almost half an hour, and you were still in the bathroom. He was getting antsy, wanting to check in and see if you were okay. He knew it took girls a while in the bathroom (though it could be argued he takes just as long), so he just assumed you were trying to fix your hair or makeup.

"Babyyy, are you almost finished?" His voice comes out whinier than he wants, but it still gets his point across.

"Almost, Stevie. I promise it'll be worth it," you call to him lovingly.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your belt. You knew this idea was perfect, and you were counting down the days until you could reveal it. Your eyes drift over your body in the mirror, donning a Juliet Starling costume.

When it came to picking out the perfect costume idea to surprise Steve with, you wanted something that would take his breath away and wrap him even tighter around your finger. Most sexy couples costumes were good, but you didn't want to be the third Morticia and Gomez at a party. You wanted something you figured no one else would wear, and after playing the game, Lollipop Chainsaw, you knew it was the perfect costume.

Steve hums softly to himself, mind blanking as he continues waiting. You walk into your room, and like a puppy, Steve sits up putting all of his attention on you. He smiles at you, heart racing as he looks at your cute appearance, standing in front of him with your hair in two pig tails and makeup done softly.

"You look sooo pretty, baby," Steve grins, face flushed and eyes shining.

"You can't even see my costume," you tease, as you've hidden it under a robe.

"Doesn't matter, still look pretty," he blinks slowly, very love drunk.

"Well, you look handsome too, my love." You walk to him, standing between his legs as you set your hands on his shoulders. He lets out a 'mmm' and brings his face against your stomach, needing to just melt into you. You delicately drag your nails against his neck, not wanting to mess up his styled hair.

"My handsome, adorable lover boy," you coo before pulling away. He tightens his arms around you and grunts in response.

"No, wanna stay like this," his voice is muffled as he speaks against your body.

"Don't you wanna see my costume? I wanna see yours." You successfully free yourself and take a couple steps back.

"Yeah, speaking of, why did I need to wear this?"

You don't answer verbally. Instead, untying your robe and sliding it off your body, revealing the cute blue and pink cheerleading uniform. You let the robe fall to the floor as you do a small spin to let Steve look at all of you. His eyes widen and get shinier as he refuses to blink, his mouth parting in an 'o' shape. Lights are on, but no one's home.

"What do you think? Isn't it cute?"

Your little boyfriend can't even hear you, his brain too occupied drinking in your seductive beauty. All he can think about is how mouth-watering your thighs look, how soft and plush your tits look, how he could just barely see your ass when you turned. He wants to keep staring but he also wants to touch you.

"Stevie?" You walk forward and use two fingers to guide his chin to look up at you.

He blinks a few times, involuntary tears falling as his eyes rehydrate.

"I'm sorry, baby, what did you say?"

"Do you like it?"

He pulls you against him again and groans loudly.

"You kidding, me? I looove it, I mean it. I fucking love it," his hands squeeze your ass which makes you jump. You bite back a moan, not wanting to let him distract you.

"Thank you, sweetie." You kiss the top of his head. "And now, for the other surprise!"

"Another surprise? Baby, I don't think my heart can take it."

"Come on, you'll reallyyy like this one," you say in a sing-songy tone.

"Well, I reallyyy like this one, just fine," he mimicks you. "So why don't we just stay here, put on a scary movie, and I show you a few tricks of my own."

He holds your left wrist and begins kissing up your arm, knowing it's your weakness. You hum happily, always enjoying getting loved on by him. His lips are soft and gentle as they stamp your skin over and over again. But his efforts are useless.

"Nope, nope. Let me show you the other half of the costume." You pull off as he gripes at you.

You go into your closet and pull out a thick, neck brace looking collar with a metal loop on the back. You keep it hidden behind your back from Steve as you walk back to him.

"So, you've never played this game, but our costumes are inspired by two characters from a game called Lollipop Chainsaw. I'm Juliet, the protagonist, a zombie hunting cheerleader, and you get to be her football player jock boyfriend."

"I see why you asked me to wear this now."

"There's just one thing about her boyfriend."

"Is he zombie?"

"No, actually, Juliet saves him by decapitating him."

"So you're asking to decapitate me," Steve asks with heavy sarcasm lacing his tone.

"No." You roll your eyes before pulling the collar from behind your back, and Steve eyes it confused. You walk towards him and motion it to him, asking if he'll let you put it on him. He nods, trusting you and remembering you said he'd like it. You've never steered him wrong yet. What's the harm?

You unclasp the collar and begin to gently wrap it around Steve's neck.

"After she decapitates him, she does a spell to keep him alive. And, for the rest of the game, she needs to keep him safe."

You click the collar shut and allow Steve to make any adjustments. Once he confirms he's comfortable, you continue.

"So, she keeps him with her by attaching him to her belt."

You turn and show him you have a clip attached to the side of your belt. You look at Steve as he slowly makes the connection of what you're asking him to do.

"So, I thought, obviosuly not for the entire night, you could stay clipped to me. And it stretches too, see?" You demonstrate that the clip is on a stetchy wire. "So if you need to move around you can."

He stays quiet, an unreadable look on his face. Your face heats and stomach drops. This is not going how you thought it would. You knew Steve wanted to do a couples costume and you should've just planned it with him instead of trying to surprise him and-

Steve slides off your bed and down to his knees. He shuffles over and grips your leg, looking up at you with pleading eyes. This was somehow better than anything he could've imagined. He should've known you'd do something so thoughtful.

♡

And that's how you end up walking around a party with a large prop chainsaw in one hand and your lovesick boyfriend Steve attached at the hip, literally. His big, strong hands grabbing and groping you anytime he needs a Halloween treat (the real reason you picked this costume) and soft, wet mouth biting your ass and thighs anytime he wants a trick.

Unsurprisingly, he stays attached the entire night!! He sits on his knees while you mingle and talk to your friends, lays his head on your lap when you sit on the couch, and chooses to just stumble over his feet while you walk around --and yes, he does need to grab your ass cheek while you move, how else is he supposed to hold on???

It's safe to say Steve's favorite holiday is now Halloween...

[cissyenthusiast010155]

If you can & want to. (Love ur work btw ❤️)

I’m in desperate need for more Mortica, like fuck…anyway lol I would like to request Sub!Mortica x SoftDom!Reader where Tish is so very desperate clinging to reader begging and pulling out all the stops:waterworks, big puppy dog eyes, nuzzling, whining &, clinging. Reader gives in and throughly fucks her, Tish is of course very happy and cuddling ensues after some fun.(CZJs eyes man, they are absolutely beautiful.)

(Shapeshifted p, praise kink Tish, Tish is obsessed with sitting on readers lap w/ her head tucked into the crook of readers neck and she loves cuddling)

Heyyy anon! Absolutely!!! Thank you for the request 🥰 Hope you Enjoy 💞💞 Nad I hope you have a lovely day/night!!

Wait Your Turn ~Sub!Morticia Addams xFem Soft!Dom!Shapeshifting!Teacher!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, shapeshifting dick (g!p), riding, praise kink, begging, crying, kissing, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

It wasn’t even first period yet, and your wife was getting needy…

You chuckled to yourself as you were getting some early work done, and Morticia oh so innocently waltzed into your classroom. Her hips swayed and her fingers played with her raven locks, as she walked towards you.

“Morning ‘Tish…” you hummed, not looking up from your work as you finished your last graded paper of your fourth period class.

“I missed you…” the raven haired teacher pouted, “You weren’t at breakfast…”

“I’m gone for a couple of hours, and you already miss me…?” You teased your lover.

“Mhmmmm…” she hummed, moving to lay her upper body against your desk while waving her ass teasingly.

You put your pen down and filed the graded paper away, finally looking up at your wife. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight in front of you. Morticia was leaned up against your desk, giving you a perfect view of her perky tits, bouncy ass, and pouting lips.

“You’re too cute” you cooed, scrunching your nose in a little bunny movement.

Morticia grabbed your hands and pulled them forward to palm her tits in response, as well as giving you her classic puppy dog eyes.

“Use your words, sweet girl…” you reminded the raven haired woman, groping her tits as you spoke.

“Fuck me before your first class…?” Morticia needily asked, leaning into your touch happily.

You quirked your head at your wife, suddenly removing your hand. Morticia whimpered in response.

“Nuh uh…” you tutted as a reminder, “No complaining…”

The woman nodded.

“Sorry Ma’am…” she needily purred.

“Maybe later, sweetheart. Class starts in 10 minutes, that’s too close. Be a good girl and go back to your classroom, your students arrive in 5.” You cooed.

Morticia bit her lip in frustration and nodded in recognition. She walked out in defeat. But the sway in her hips told you that feeling wasn’t permanent. She’d be back…

~~~

The next time Morticia found you was during your shared lunch break. You had both brought food from home, and she had found you in your classroom once more.

This time she came right up to your chair and plopped herself in your lap. She hummed in content of being so close to you, nuzzling impossibly closer.

“Missed you…” Morticia whined into your neck.

Putting her head in the crook of your neck was one of her favorite pastimes…

You sighed and put your work and lunch down once more. Your hands went to her back and hip, and this made the woman purr in delight. She clung onto like there was no tomorrow. You chuckled at her clinginess and apparent neediness.

“You’re going to have to wait until we’re home, sweet thing…” you cooed.

Morticia pulled out to meet your gaze, her face contorted with big puppy dog eyes and a plumped up pouty lip.

“Please Ma’am… M’mm so needy…” she whined desperately, while grinding herself down on the plastic dick underneath your trousers.

“No, baby… Not until we get home…” you lightly teased, but with still a firm tone of voice.

The raven haired teacher let out a frustrated and strangled sigh. She pulled her head out from your neck. The woman bit her lip and then nodded slowly in recognition, her head hanging low and her eyes still looking at you doe eyed and needy. You chuckled lightly.

“You can stay here, in my lap, until I’m finished with my lunch, Baby. And if you’re good, we can go home early tonight. How does that sound?” You suggestively cooed.

Morticia’s eyes lit up a little and she picked her head up, nodding eagerly in agreement.

“Ok, yes please, please Mon Amour…” Tish begged with her best puppy dog eyes.

You smiled lightly in amusement and nodded, letting the woman curl back up into your frame.

For the rest of your lunch break, Morticia cuddles fiercely against you, not letting you go for even a millisecond. She purred like a happy cat, rocking her body against you and your bulge.

Time past and your lunch break ended swiftly. Picking up your wife and placing her back on her feet, you put your lunch away and kissed Morticia on the cheek.

“Time for our classes, my love…” you sighed.

Morticia looked at you, her eyes silently begging for you to drop all your classes for the afternoon and spend the whole rest of the day with her. And like you could read her mind…

“ ‘Tish, love, we’ll have all the time after class” you comforted your wife, “Can you be a good girl and go teach your students? We can meet here after last period.”

Morticia fluttered her eyelashes in a quick pattern, almost like she was getting ready to cry. But she simply nodded instead. You nodded and smiled lightly in response.

Before you could go back to focusing on your work, the raven haired teacher’s lips were on yours. You could taste the neediness on her tongue. You let Morticia have a couple minutes of kissing, before you broke away.

“I love you, Baby” you cooed.

“Love you too, Mon Amour” Your wife purred.

You then sent the woman out and back on her way to her own classroom.

~~~

Your last class of the day’s bell rang, and the students quickly packed up and poured out from your classroom and into the hallway.

You sighed in relief, finally finished with classes for the day and anticipatory of going home. You began to pack up your things, checking the clock and awaiting your wife’s soon arrival. Within minutes, Morticia was in your room, bag in hand, ready to leave.

“Almost ready, my love… Just have to pack up my things, then I will be good to go” you hummed.

Morticia pouted in response, sitting at one of the student desks and tapping the desk impatiently. You then heard her start sniffling. You looked up, picking up your bag, and walked over to your wife.

“Why are you crying, Baby…?” You cooed.

Tish sniffled and looked up at you. Her eyes were all puppy dog and again and her lip was trembling.

“Need you so bad… so bad it hurts…” she whimpered.

“Oh Baby… I know… Let’s go home.” You comforted the woman.

~~~

You’d both gotten undressed instantly when you’d gotten home, and now, you were sitting in the middle of your bed, with Morticia on your lap.

She was cuddled up, her face in your shoulder, as you dragged her wet cunt down onto your shapeshifted member. You sank Tish all the way down on your dick, and the woman cried out in overstimulation.

“So F-full… Too much Ma’am…!” Morticia breathlessly moaned, her sounds muffled by your neck and shoulders

“No no, you can take it, my good girl.” You cooed into her ear, “You begged for my cock all day… You can be a good girl and take it…”

Tish nodded vigorously, as you began to find a faster pace at which you started slamming into your wife’s aching hole. Sinful moans and cries flowed from Morticia’s lips, her sounds getting more and more desperate. Your pounding became more rough and hard.

You made Morticia crash over the edge for the first time that night, and she clinged onto you, crying out in pleasure and scratching the hell out of your back. Her cries didn’t stop though…

As you didn’t relent. You kept slamming up into her. Her hips rutted instinctually down on you dick. She began crying it was all too much for her. But she begged you not to stop.

And so you made her cum again. This time, Tish muffled her leud sounds by biting down on your shoulder. You groaned in pleasurable-pain, continuing to thrust in and out of the woman.

“Doing so well, Baby… Being such a good girl… Color?” You reassured the raven haired woman.

“Good God G-green—!!” Morticia desperately moaned out.

“Good girl…” you cooed.

~~~

Once Tish had finally been tired out, you immediately started to comfort and love on her. She cuddled into your frame, after you had cleaned up her thighs. Morticia clung onto you tightly, humming happily at having gotten what she wanted.

“Sleep Well, Sweet girl…” you cooed.

“Mmmm Night, Mon Amour” Tish whispered.

~~~

Morticia Addams Masterlist

[slv-333]

Steddie smut headcanons?

Omgg someone intrested in my steddie brainrot.

So for once i choose to ignore whatever flight of icarus says, im a virgin eddie munson truther. Hes a leader obvs, dungeon master, probably front man, why wouldnt he be a dom? Sometimes i think HE thinks he is a dom, like a whore in theory not in practice, but once steve has in under him he doesnt know where to even put his hands. Gets confident w time tho.

Steve could be more like a power bottom, specially w eddie not knowing what to do with all that. He likes to hold him down and ride him like hes getting paid for it, even if the first times eddie comes in less than 10 minutes. I feel like steve deserves to have someone be obsessed w him, and that would be eddie, he makes him feel desired in a way beyond sexual, even if he loves to know he can get eddie hard with little touches, hes also confident he actually loves him. Think of em like morticia and gomez adams

With time they could be switches, steve always topped before and we cant blame eddie for wanting to get the harrington special.

I do believe steve would be a lot more into bottoming, maybe he found out before eddie told him, like from some mag he found when he went to indi w robin, or just shit he heard in the locker rooms. He only tried fingers before, but pretends not to know anything the first time he sleeps w eddie just to tease him, eddie gets so nervous he has to take the reins.

We all know about steves breeding kink, i think hes a cum slut fr and they fuck raw after getting tested even tho eddie was never w someone else, but bat rabies and shit yk?

Steve is a shower circumsized, eddie is a grower uncut. Not gonna be dropping shades tho

Im really into trans steve harrington (im trans myself just in case) i think he has the noisiest wettest pussy in indiana. Hes a little scared eddie will think of him diffrently since hes gay but god he loves to give him head. After loosing his virginity my dude cant get his hands off of him, always touching what he can, begging for a little something.

Im a huge fan of 'Something lost, something found' by novemberthorne if u havent noticed yet

[rulernogard156]

The Return of Little Morticia!

(Now with primarchcest)

Okay, I don't really ship these two in any other context, but I feel fem Lorgar would be a really good soft sadistic dom to match Morticia's bratty subby little

[haileyhalv]

Authors note: First time writing in a while! I hope it's good. Let me know if you have requests of any kind kinks,characters etc. I will release a list of people I will be writing about or have written about but otherwise I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mommy kink, Oral, semi public sex?, straddling, praising

Mommy's boring dinner

Morticia dom x fem reader sub

The waiter delivers your food to the table as you sit next to Morticia and her friend sits across from the both of you. You can't even focus on what they are saying to eachother or your food. Just Morticia she looks so good in that black dress you decide you want to mess with your mommy a little. You start to slide your hand over her thigh and resting right over her cunt. She jolts a little and keeps engaged in the conversation as you play around. She leans over and acts as if she is kissing you on the cheek and whispers in your ear "take your hand off mommy you can do something for mommy later." you immediately take your hand off of her and she lifts up her arm and pulls your body close to hers. She puts her arm on yours and rubs the side of your ass with her thumb as you cuddle her in the booth in the restaurant.

She continues talking but you still can't seem to pay attention and only pay attention to her body. Being happy that you got to leave was a huge understatement. In the car you catch yourself staring at Morticia. "Baby what do you need from mommy? we're almost home honey" you blush immediately and look away "mommy never said you could look away baby" you look back at her just in awe of how gorgeous she is you pull into the driveway and then you follow her into the house and you go up to the bedroom and she immediately gets on the bed and sits with her back against the headboard and rolls up her dress revealing her gorgeous legs. "Come here baby come straddle mommy's thigh" "yes mommy" you pull of your pants and underwear and you aren't surprised to see your already soaked.

You get on the bed and straddle her thigh and wait for her directions. She grabs your hips harshly letting you know that you'll have bruises the next day. "Oh princess you're so wet for your mommy aren't you? such a good girl." you immediately find yourself flustered and she moves your hips faster and her whimpered name falls from your separated moaning lips. "Keep moaning for mommy baby."

You do as she says and you continue letting out moans. "Oh fuck mommy!" you moan and grip her arm. "oh someone is getting close to cumming? good girl." You moan again and release cumming all over her thigh. "oh you made such a mess on mommy's thigh." You blush and then settle from your high and then she looks at you "baby mommy couldn't stand her friend talking so much it stresses mommy out. Make mommy feel good." you know what to do and you pull her underwear down and already see how wet she is.

You get down on your stomach and lick her slit "oh good girl keep going" you go to her clit and she claws at your back. There's going to be marks everywhere. You slide in her entrance and eat her up. Lapping up all of her juices as she comes on you. "such a good girl for mommy. Here let mommy wipe that pretty little face of yours." she wipes your face with her dress and slides her dress back down and then opens her arms for you to cuddle and you lay on her chest and she wraps her arms around you. You feel comforted and safe. "thank you for being such a good girl for mommy baby I love you so much." "I love you to mommy" she kisses your head and rubs your back.

[eddysocs]

Officially Yours (Morticia Addams x OC)

Summary: Morticia gives Josephina a way that she can always know she belongs to her.

Word Count: 309

Warnings: BDSM collar, light dom/sub, ownership

"I have a gift for you," Morticia announced the moment Josephina walked in. The smile that graced her dark, painted lips was unmatched, and Josephina found it impossible not to smile back.

"Really? And what have I done to deserve such a thing?"

"Well," Morticia started off, taking a step towards Josephina. "I was hoping it could be a symbol."

"A symbol," Josephina asked, intrigued, but also a little confused.

"One of commitment. Devotion. Something that reminds you, and lets others know, that you belong to me."

"And do I?" Josephina's eyes danced back and forth between Morticia's, the two of them now only inches away from touching. "Belong to you?"

"Only if you want to," Morticia promised. It was now that she presented Josephina the necklace. The delicate silver chain could be worn long, or pulled tight to be worn as a choker, a more direct symbol of Morticia's ownership of her. The pendant was made up of three o-rings of various sizes, arranged in a discreet way so as not to arouse too much suspicion in daily wear.

"Would you like to be mine," Morticia finally asked of her.

"I wouldn’t give myself to anyone else. All I want is to be yours." With her consent, Morticia fastened the chain around her neck, her hand sliding down the chain and lingering for just a moment on the pendant before letting it fall into place. Josephina's own fingers then traced the shape of it as she became accustomed to the weight of it.

She then reached out and embraced Morticia, arms encircling her fully, as she rested her cheek against the exposed skin of Morticia's chest right above her breast. "I’m yours," Josephina muttered against her skin.

"All mine, my darling," Morticia echoed, gently stroking the red waves of her hair. "For as long as you’ll have me."

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[ratsoh-writes]

Masterlist 35

(****) = suggestive themes

Introducing

Grimmtale

general

running into windows (birds)

running into windows (drakes)

what clothes they like seeing on SO (dt flt st)***

how to seduce them (rhythm cider)***

how he seduces his SO (Cider rhythm)***

they find the coolest cat (charm edge butch)

sibling stories (os flt lf)

if he and SO shared a hobby

his SO gets called a slur (cash coffee pluto butch rust)

SO just really loves bows

who would think the grimms are ugly (all)

reoccurring dreams

korrigan SO(sails ace pop)

theyre tormented by a nightmare

the coolest slippers (sans pluto G lens)

comically round cat (rancher honey stitches)

Worldbuilding

other monster illnesses

MONEY

generations

vamboa fun facts

phone brand and apps

the tallest mountain

the tallest building

how inbreeding affects monsters

vila fun facts

vila mage fun facts

strongest and weakest royals

chigupa fun facts

weird ebott law

grimm snails

how stats and soul checks work

The skeletons stats (ALL except grimmtale)

dueling rules

monster holidays

grimm crops and food.

grimmtale and templetales relationship

grimm petal monsters

salamites

New monsters/side characters

Frankie and Sylva- the chigupa and triadscog

Marcelo's routine

Marcelo intro and picture 2

Berkley, cotton, mozzy - the carashield maedae and vamboa

cottons parents

Mozzys siblings

meet grillby and his au counterparts!

the grillbys special abilities

when the grillbys have a crush

what makes the grillbys purr

morticia gomez and venoms special abilities

why morticia doesn't want the boys to know about their nan

mother gothel (grimm)

venom and hansel (grimm)

Grimmtale

when they mess up

pet names

what they want in a partner

thoughts on kids

flaws

what they find ugly

when they have a crush

SO makes tiny food

deal breakers

sick

what are they always carrying

heat changes***

gaster blasters

love languages

their relationship with family

purr and hiss

embarrassing moment

can they share?

silliest fears

sub/dom***

how would they propose

stats

if they could go outside without sunglasses + venom

guilty pleasures

drunk

warts

The Brothel

what kind of clients do they like best?*****

[sordidmusings]

I just read the dom Mihawk story

Now I'm not normally a dom character reader but I do love how you wrote it bc Mihawks genuine love, even when seeking his lover's pain, was Palpable

He's a Gomez and I can be his Morticia

He would hands dOWN be your Gomez he was made to love that deeply once someone finally captures his heart 👌🏻 he just drips with dark romance - the traditional kind that’s goth-tinted and luxurious, not the modern kind that Hurts (though I do occasionally enjoy a dalliance that way 💀)

I’m so glad you still enjoyed it that’s such high praise thank you 😭🫶🏻 the love and desire underneath these dynamics is my fav part so I’m glad those come across!!

And thank you for sending your response it made me smile to see 🖤🖤🖤

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! I wanted to request a Laurel Gates x fem reader where reader was a former student and is currently a teacher at Nevermore and was Morticia’s lover when they were students before she gets with Gomez. (Basically she’s Morticia’s ex). A few months after teaching at Nevermore, she and Laurel start dating.

The whole thing takes place at Parents Weekend when Morticia approaches her again, flirts with her, and asks if she’d be interested in an affair. She declines, but flirts back with Morticia to make Laurel jealous, she knows the redhead is watching from across the quad.

Laurel punishes reader that night for the stunt she pulled with Morticia. You can turn the ending to smut, dom Laurel sub reader. Go nuts on the kinks, it’s Laurel Gates we’re talking about.

thank u so much!!

Yess, here it is!!! I hope you like it!! Sorry about the language mistakes.

Now you belong to me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader, Morticia x Reader (Mentioned)

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, strap on, strong language

Word count: 2,718

Summary: Morticia was your love some time ago, but now you heart belongs to Laurel, and she’s gonna make it clear to you…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“You're incredible, (Y/N),” the redhead told you, catching her breath. You smiled satisfied, stealing a quick kiss on her lips.

Many years had passed, but there you were again, at Nevermore. Now you were no longer a student, you would have to prevent those teenagers from behaving like you. It was hard work, but you had experience, a lot, even if your face didn't look more than 25 years old.

“Mmm,” you muttered, your mind far away from the room. You were distracted that night, and you couldn't help it. The next day would be one with many emotions.

“You're not very talkative, huh?” She told you, shaking you a little. You looked at her and nodded without paying much attention.

Of all the people you imagined meeting there, there was one in particular that surprised you too much. She told you that her name was Marilyn Thornhill, that she came from far, far away. You didn't believe her.

You were barely 19 years old when it all happened. That infernal Rave'n dance, in which a normi from the town died, at the hands of Morticia, or Gómez, you weren't very sure. You knew who that boy was, Garrett Gates, Morticia's stalker. The entire school was moved by that horrible death, as was all of Jericho too.

You remember being at that funeral, and being glad that they accused Gómez, taking him away from the woman you loved, and who precisely changed you for him. You remember the cold, the rain, your faces, being forced to attend that macabre act.

But if there was something that you remembered perfectly, it was a sad girl, holding her mother's hand without being able to stop crying. It was the little Laurel Gates, that poor wretch's sister. You didn't know anything else about that family, just that they tragically disappeared. One by one.

When you met that seemingly innocent redhead, you had no doubts. She was the little Laurel, you'd never forget that face. She denied it, denied it constantly, until she had no choice but to admit that she was that sad girl, that she faked her death, and she swore revenge. You were about to give her away, but you inadvertently began to feel attracted to her, as if she were something dangerous, something forbidden.

Everyone deserved to be forgiven, and in her case, she deserved something more, some love. Your relationship grew strong, and you soon fell head over heels in love. It was a strange love, but love after all.

“Oh, I was just thinking…” You whispered, snapping back to reality. She looked at you curiously.

“What were you thinking?” She asked. You might think it was a simple question, but you knew better. “You were thinking of something else while we were making love?”

“What? Oh, no, no,” You said, defending yourself and trying to get out of the mess you had just gotten yourself into.

“(Y/N), don't lie to me.”

“I'm not lying to you, Laurel. I was just distracted,” you said with a conciliatory tone. Big mistake.

“So you were distracted... It won't have anything to do with the students' parents coming tomorrow, right?” It was quite obvious that she would ask that question.

“Um… No,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Why I would be thinking of that?”

“Don't play dumb with me. Addams' mother is coming tomorrow…. Morticia,” she said ironically, with a terribly poisonous voice.

“Oh, yes… Sure,” you said reluctantly, knowing that you had just started another terrible jealousy show.

“You know that she and her stupid husband were responsible for my brother's death,” she hissed.

“Is that what bothers you? Because I don't think so...” She said firmly, getting up. “I think you're just jealous.”

“Jealous, me?” She said indignantly, as if you had said a sovereign stupidity.

“Yes, Laurel, you. I never should have told you,” you said, looking for your clothes on the bed.

“Ah, were you thinking of hiding it from me? It sound much better.”

“You're talking nonsense. That happened many, many years ago. And it won't happen again. I already suffered enough,” you said, putting on your clothes.

“The most intense loves are those that make you suffer. Remember that it is her fault that you are like this.”

“And that bothers you? I thought you loved that I looked like this so I could play your little games better, didn't you? Mommy?” You hissed.

“If you could, you would go back to her without hesitation.”

“That's not true… Look, Laurel. It's late, and I'm not in the mood to put up with another little act of yours. Good night,” you said, while you left her room.

Her jealousy was unbearable. Deep down you liked that she wanted you just for herself, but there were times when her paranoia was so absurd that you didn't even feel like making fun of it a bit, plus you were tired.

You could have gotten angrier, defended your honor. You were a faithful girl, you had never cheated on anyone, and you kept repeating it to her. For once, her accusation wasn't so absurd. Yes, she was right. The idea of seeing  who one day was the love of your life again was disturbing and uncomfortable. You gave everything for her, but she preferred Gomez.

You made many sacrifices to keep her love, but nothing worked. Morticia used to tell you that you would spend eternity together, that this was her dream, to grow up, grow old, and die by your side. Those words made you make a decision, the worst you ever made….

The next day…

A lot of cars came to the academy. You stood proud, without apologizing, and without saying a word to your lover. She looked at you, with sad eyes, but furious at the same time. Laurel had the disturbing ability to do that.

You were very stubborn, and she may have been right, but you didn't mean to give it to her. Soon the grotesque Addams Family appeared in your field of vision. You swallowed hard at the sight of your former lover. Her presence was still the same, only the subtle passage of time could make a difference compared to the last time you saw her.

The redhead was looking at you, sitting at a far away table. You could feel chills when you noticed those eyes judging you.

“(Y/N), I can't believe it... It's you...” A familiar voice sounded behind you. Your heart began to beat very quickly and you turned slowly.

“Mo, Morticia,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

There she was, as slim as ever, and with that look that made her unmistakable. She gave you a tender and sensual smile, while she looked you up and down.

“You are exactly the same as the last time I saw you…” She told you with that sensual tone that melted you years ago.

“It's funny, if I'm like this it's because of you,” you said, with an evil smile.

“I didn't force you to drink that potion…” Morticia replied.

It was true. She didn't force you, rather the love you felt did. You were young, you didn't think clearly, and one night you decided to steal a potions book from the library. You weren't looking for something to be stronger, or smarter, but something that would make the love you felt eternal. It was difficult to interpret the pages of that ancient book and of course, you misread.

It was not eternal love that caused that concoction, but eternal youth. It wasn't quite eternal really. By drinking that serum prepared by your inexperienced hand, you spent three weeks in the infirmary. They even came close to expelling you from the academy. They did what they could to reverse the effects, but they didn't achieve much. Instead of staying young forever, just you aged much more slowly than the others. 30 years had passed since then, but for you it had barely been 3.

That was without a doubt the dumbest thing you ever did. And that was the moment when your love for Morticia began to fade.

“Let's leave the past behind... Now we are in the present, reuniting with each other,” she said, getting closer to you.

The woman looked back at her family and she crouched down to speak into your ear.

“I'm sure you remember the library store, I'm sure it's still as abandoned and lonely as ever. Do you feel like remembering good times?”

She certainly wasn't one to beat around the bush. From that moment you were clear about your answer. Laurel could be jealous, possessive, but you loved her and were sure of your feelings.

“I, I'm sorry Tish, but I can't, now I'm dating someone… And I'm in love…” You confessed, looking for the redhead with your eyes. She was there, in the distance, looking at you discreetly. You had told the truth, Morticia was a past thing, but a terrible idea came to your mind.

“Although I would have liked to remember…” You whispered, taking the taller woman's hand. She smiled fondly and stroked your hand with her thumb. You looked back warily and felt Laurel's accusing gaze on you. It was just what you wanted.

That night you were walking down the hall calmly. Laurel didn't seem to exist, she didn't come near you all day. You knew her behavior, and the possible consequences of your "inappropriate" behavior with your old girlfriend.

You heard a noise behind you and smiled to yourself, counting backwards from three.

“Three... Two... One...” You murmured, before feeling how someone grabbed you roughly from behind.

“Did you think I wasn't going to notice?” Laurel told you threateningly, covering your mouth with her hand.

“I don’t know what are you talking about,” you said how you could, trying to escape from her grasp, pretending, of course.

“You told me that it was over, and I see you flirting with that brat's mother…” She said with a dark voice, making you walk forward, in the direction of her room. You smiled, knowing that she was jealous, and that you were surely going to enjoy it.

“Come in, stupid girl,” Laurel told you, pushing you into her room. You felt some relief when you felt her hand out of your mouth, but you were cornered, now you couldn't escape… And you didn't want to either.

“I think you're exaggerating a bit,” you said with a cocky and defiant attitude. “I just took her by the hand and...” You couldn't continue. The redhead advanced on you and grabbed your chin tightly.

“You liar...” She whispered. You winced, but her grip didn't loosen. “You know that mommy doesn't like girls who lie…”

That tone and those words confirmed to you that she was having one of those fits of jealousy that was a bit different from the usual ones. If she couldn't convince you by talking, she would do it another way, showing you that you were hers.

“I do not lie. She's just a friend…” You said, feigning innocence.

“A friend…” She said, relaxing for a moment. It was a fleeting moment, as right after she smacked you hard on the cheek. “Don't you dare to tell me she's just a friend!” She yelled, perhaps too loud.

“Don't hit me… I'll be good… Mommy… Please…” You said, rubbing the affected area. Your face showed supplication, but your eyes revealed an unbearable lust.

“Mommy doesn't like to hit you, honey. But you must learn once and for all that no one can touch you, no one can want you like I do. I'll repeat it over and over again…” She told you with a disturbing tone, while she unbuttoned your shirt. “But it seems that you forget it, (Y/N)”

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again... I... I love you,” you said, putting on a good face. She looked at you questioningly, and without warning she kissed you passionately and hungrily. At that time she couldn't dominate you, nor you dominate her. It was desire that dominated both of you completely.

“Do you love me, honey?” She asked, moving away from you, while she bit your lip. “I don't believe you,” she sneered, carelessly taking off your shirt. “That's not worth it. Your lies are worthless to me. I have to punish you for your actions. You get it, right?”

You nodded feigning pouting, peeling off your bra.

“That's it… I see you understand…” She hissed, grabbing one of your breasts.  “You are so beautiful… No wonder everyone wants to possess you. It's too bad for them. You belong to me,” she said furiously, pulling your hair.

“You, I belong to you, mommy,” you said, moving your head so that the pull wouldn't hurt so much.

The redhead smiled with mischievous tenderness and she released you, gently caressing your cheek.

“Very good, (Y/N)… Good girl,” she said, kissing you softly. “Undress and get on your knees.”

You obeyed, biting your lip. You no longer had any clothes, and your knees brushed the room’s carpet.

Laurel disappeared from your sight for a moment, and returned with an accessory that she always used in such situations. Something to dominate you, to possess you in a more intense way.

“Come here, suck it like the cheap whore you are,” she ordered, putting that object in front of your mouth. You agreed. You were tremendously excited, and you would do anything she asked, anything. You took the dildo to your mouth, feeling weak and submissive, your favorite feeling.

“Look at you. Surely with that whore you couldn't do this. You have a natural talent, (Y/N).”

You were like that for a while, taking that object to the bottom of your mouth, almost causing you to gag. You knew that somehow, that turned the redhead on a lot. She had you where she wanted, despite the fact that you were the one who devised that absurd plan to push her to the limit of her jealousy.

“Enough,” she said, gently pushing you back. “Climb on the bed and let me show you who you belong to, and who you will always belong to.”

You obeyed with a leering look, now getting on all fours on the bed. It didn't take long for you to notice that strap on right at your slippery entrance.

“You're so anxious. Your pathetic pussy is begging to be fucked,” she said amused, giving you a spanking.

“Please... I want you to make me yours, Laurel... I, I need you,” you begged, enduring the terrible excitement you felt at that moment.

“No, honey. I won't until you swear to me that you're mine, and that you won't go near that woman again. Swear to me.”

While she was saying those horrible things to you, she was stroking your back gently, almost gently.

“I, I swear,” you said, moving your hips to get more contact.

“Say it right, my love...”

“I swear, mommy... I'm yours, only yours...” You said pleading. As you spoke, you felt the silicone slide into you gently at first, only to slide all the way moments later, causing you to widen your eyes.

“Mine... You're mine,” the redhead said, ignoring your discomfort and moving quickly, grabbing your hips so she could handle you better.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, feeling how she possessed you, how she took over all your senses.

Her thrusts were intense, and she knew exactly how to make you squirm with pleasure. She was a very skilled woman. Not even all your experience could compete with her skill.

“I'm going… I'm going… I'm going to…” You moaned, while your body trembled with each movement. You knew you were about to reach your limit, and you thought you would. “Yes please…. Oh… I, I…”

A piercing moan, along with some involuntary movements, confirmed that you were in total ecstasy, letting yourself be carried away by all your desire. She didn't say anything, nor did she move, staying inside you while she kissed your back.

“Honey, I don't want to have to punish you again….”

“You won't have to, Laurel…” you said, catching your breath. The redhead moved away from you, making you still feel some pleasure.

“You're mine, (Y/N),” she said, removing the accessory from her.

“I'm yours….”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Do you plan on making a part 5 of bend us break us? <3

Cupid Struck Thrice (Bend Us, Break Us Part 5) ~Sub!Morissa xFem Dom!Shapeshifting!Tall!Reader

Link to Part 1 & Part 4

Summary— After the events of Parts 1-4, in the same AU of Bend Us, Break Us. It’s more of an added fluffy piece dedicated for Valentines Day. Anon Response— Hey Heyy anon!! I don’t know what you meant by part 5, so I made this little fluff piece for you! Hope you Enjoy!! ♥️♥️

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Warnings: fluffy fluff, implied past and future smut, physical comfort, sleeping together, implied threesomes, kisses, massaging, caretaking, love and care, etc.

Enjoy (;

After the first proper night that you spent with Larissa and Morticia, everything changed. You three fell into a cycle, one that you all got hooked on quite quickly.

You teased and teased and teased both women, as well as happily fucking them dumb by the end of the night. And the two loved how sore they would be the next morning, especially when they weren’t able to walk properly for an extended period of time.

The more intimate you got with the two women however, the more you realized how much care and love these hard working women were deprived of. Both of them. Larissa worked all day and most of the night to be the very best Principal and mentor, running Nevermore and never letting herself relax or take a break. She practically adopted Enid, adding mother to list of things that she did. Morticia poured her heart into her classes and especially her students, along with being a mother to Wednesday and Pugsley.

And when you realized this, you were even more grateful that these women had entrusted their submission to you. Because now it was more than just sex. You started putting intent behind each act for them. You wanted Larissa to understand that she could take a breath and feel loved, you wanted Morticia to realize how she deserved someone to take gentle care of her, that both women didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.

You woke up a little earlier than normal today, it was a good day to remind your two lovers just how special they were. The sun wasn’t up yet, and Larissa and Morticia were still curled up together in bed, as you slipped out of the room.

You grabbed all of your little surprises for the two of them, running around Nevermore with Enid (of course Enid that immediately volunteered to help), placing the little gift bags and wrapped presents in places that you both knew Morticia and Larissa would find them. You then left Enid with Wednesday, as they had a couples day planned, as you headed into town.

Entered the Weathervane and promptly ordered Larissa a vanilla latte and Morticia a black coffee with a pump of peppermint. You got yourself a matcha latte, and with your drinks and the sun now having come up, you headed back to the school.

You stopped by Larissa’s office first, entering to find the blonde already busy working away.

“Morning my little dove…!” You purred, knowing the adjective would get Larissa’s attention.

“Good morning… and hey, I am not little…!” Larissa scoffed playfully.

As she looked up to dig into you playfully, her face lit up at the drinks in your hands. You chuckled and handed Larissa her drink. Larissa accepted, blushing at your effort.

“You didn’t need to, Darling… this and the present I found on my desk this morning…” Larissa sighed lovingly.

She was never good at receiving love and care.

You immediately put your hand up to quiet the woman.

“Nuh uh, I won’t hear it. You deserve to be loved, especially today.” You insisted, “Did you like the gift?” You asked, changing the topic so that Larissa wouldn’t argue back.

Larissa took a sip of her coffee as you asked, and she blushed once more.

“I did, thank you, Darling…” Larissa sighed in content, reaching out her arm to show you the diamond bracelet on her wrist, “It’s really too much, you know…” she sighed once more.

“Nonsense. You deserve to be treated and pampered.” You hummed, placing your things down on the desk and coming up behind the woman and starting to massage her shoulders.

Larissa let out a groan, leaning back into your touch.

“I also found your massage bookings for us on the nightstand… I appreciate it, Darling… but I don’t have the time…” Larissa sighed with a groan at the end as you massaged the knots out of her shoulders and neck.

“We will make the time. Both you and Morticia need it.” You reassured the blonde, giving her a kiss on the forehead before stopping your massaging to Larissa’s dismay.

You picked your things back up and turned on your heels to the woman. Her loving, grateful gaze met yours.

“Speaking of… I need to bring this to Morticia before it gets cold.” You murmured aloud, indicating to Morticia’s coffee.

Larissa hummed with a nod.

“How on earth did we get so lucky with you…?” Larissa breathed out.

Now it was your turn to blush.

“It’s me really who got lucky…” you breathed out with a smile, as you headed for the door.

Larissa rolled her eyes playfully, knowing that this conversation would only lead to a debate.

“I’ll see you at 5?” Larissa asked, referring to the booked massages you had made.

“Yes. Have a happy Valentines Day, baby…!!” You agreed and exclaimed as you left the woman’s office.

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