#morticiaaddams

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Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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Song: Last Kiss (Taylor's Version) – Taylor Swift Summary: In the fight against Joseph Crackstone and in addition Laurel Gates, R gets injured. Wednesday and R technically go on a date. Warnings: Blood, Death, Fluff (technically), Grave Digging Requested by: Myself 🖤 Words: 5.4k

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Wednesday had placed herself in front of the arrow being sent back in Xavier’s direction. She braced herself for the impact, hearing the sound clearly, a gasp as the arrow embedded itself into flesh, but she didn’t feel an ounce of pain. She watched almost as if in slow motion as you were sent tumbling towards the ground, the arrow now protruding from your shoulder.

“Y/N!” She didn’t even hesitate as she quickly kneeled beside you, dropping her sabre in the process. She was confused about why you were there to begin with, you were meant to be with Thing and Enid, taking care of the Hyde. She should’ve guessed that you wouldn’t listen to her instructions, you never did.

You gasped for air as you glanced at the arrow lodged in your shoulder, before tilting your head up to look towards Wednesday, feeling a little delirious, Xavier appearing right beside her. Her hand reached out to stroke the fresh claw marks that were on the side of your face, blood dripping from them, before trailing down towards the arrow. You grabbed her hand before it could make contact with it, giving her hand a squeeze as you winced in pain. “Please go. I’ll be okay, Xavier’s right here.”

Wednesday gave the boy a sideways glance, conflicted at that moment, wanting to be the one you leaned on, the one who helped you. She settled her dark eyes back to you who was lying on the ground, before pausing only a moment, a mean glare taking over her features as her eyes settled onto Xavier, “If she dies, I will kill you.” With a sound of panicked agreement, he was already dragging you up off the ground, Wednesday grabbing hold of her sabre, her eyes meeting yours one last time before beginning her sword dance with that of Joseph Crackstone.

While Wednesday was amid her duel you took this time to glance at Xavier, and then at the abundance of frightened students who hadn’t escaped the area yet. You gathered your strength enough to lean yourself onto a nearby pillar, making sure to keep away from the flames that seemed to surround the proximity of what used to be the courtyard. You met Xavier's worried gaze, “You need to go. Get them out of here. I’ll be fine, I won’t die from one stupid arrow, you know I’m stronger than that.”

“But Wednesday…” You could see the conflict in his eyes, as he stared around the courtyard also, his eyes settling onto Wednesday, before returning to you.

You smiled softly, “She’ll understand,” you gulped, “Just go”.

He seemed reluctant to go, not wanting to risk the chance of you dying, so he glanced towards Wednesday who was still fighting, then towards you who was leaning against the pillar in obvious pain, holding the wound with the arrow still protruding from it. But you didn’t let it deter you as you gave him a false smile of reassurance; one you knew was too good to be true. But there was no time left, so he did the one thing he knew he could, “I’ll come back for you, you have my word” You watched as he left to go help the other students.

You slid down the pillar, looking down towards the arrow before using both your hands to rip as much of the wooden shaft as you possibly could without opening the wound too much or causing more damage than there had been already. With part of the arrow in your left hand, you placed your right hand onto the wound before throwing the broken piece of the arrow to the side.

Your gaze placed itself back onto Wednesday, your eyes widening in disbelief, a shout begging to leave your lips as you watched the blade of her sabre shatter against his staff. Your hand left your wound in a quick succession as you placed your hands on the ground wanting to protect her, wanting to get up and sacrifice yourself for her, but you were too weak.

You watched helplessly as magic pushed her against the broken wooden table in the burning courtyard. You cried out, fear enveloping your senses as he prepared to give the final blow that would end her life. You slid yourself slowly back up against the pillar, using it as support as you made a move to stand up, blood still dripping from your wounds. You made it only a few steps before your legs buckled out from under you, your knees meeting the ground, as rocks and dirt dug into your skin. You grunted in pain, about to force yourself up again before Bianca decided to make her appearance known.

She materialised behind Crackstone, before striking the sabre within her grasp through his chest, it was at that instant, that her whole body was knocked back causing her to hit the ground hard. But it was all the distraction Wednesday had needed, as she picked up the blade of her broken sword, impaling it into his undead heart as soon as he had made a move to turn around.

You witnessed as his entire body burst into flames, sending out a shockwave that seemed to knock you backwards into the pillar you had originally been against a grunt of pain leaving your lips, before leaving a multitude of embers in his place. The ravenette made eye contact with Bianca, giving the siren a nod of acknowledgment before running to your side. She didn’t think twice before grabbing a hold of you, taking you into her surprisingly warm embrace.

You took a moment, the affection being completely foreign to you. Wednesday wasn’t one for physical contact and you knew that, but you did the only thing you thought of, not knowing when the next time you would receive an embrace from her would be. So, you held her as tight as you could, wincing slightly when you felt the pain in your shoulder.

She pulled back, grabbing a gentle hold on your shoulder as she inspected you for any injuries, she then proceeded to stroke the claw marks on the side of your face, ones she knew would most definitely scar. Her unblinking eyes, took every inch of you in before her usually blank expression morphed into one of slight anger, “Are you an idiot?” she gritted her teeth, “Why would you follow me? I thought I told you to stay with—"

You didn’t let her finish that sentence, as your lips captured hers. Her once tense body seemed to calm down at the action as her lips began moving in sync with yours. You felt it as she cupped the back of your neck, being careful with your shoulder as she tried pulling you closer.

She didn’t seem to care that she was getting your blood on her own cheek, she didn’t care that some of your blood was staining her hands as she took control and pulled you deeper into the kiss. It was the type of kiss you wish you could capture forever, one you hope would last an eternity, because you never wanted to part from her lips, so soft, so warm, so full of ecstasy.

But you knew you both had to come up for air at some stage and so you waited until you were on the verge of passing out as if holding your breath underwater. You gasped as you came up to the surface, taking in shaky breaths of air, Wednesday doing the same.

You couldn’t help but give a pained grin as her forehead lay against yours, the both of you breathing heavily. Her finger glided softly against the claw marks, your hand reaching up to clasp hers, stilling her movement as you placed her hand against your lips, giving it a tender kiss. You felt like you were dreaming in this moment, maybe it was the blood loss that was making you delirious, but you felt like Wednesday could disappear on you any second, and you didn’t want that.

You gave shaky breaths as you listened to the cackle of the fire that still enveloped the courtyard, not taking your eyes off Wednesday. “Is it wrong of me to assume that you reciprocate my feelings?”

Wednesday seemed to blink at that, your eyes staying locked onto each other, “It would be stupid of you to assume otherwise,” She rolled her eyes, as you began grinning like a complete idiot. “Don’t be so smug about it.” She felt like she had lost a game against you at this moment, and for some strange reason, she didn’t hate it.

“How can I not?” You smiled bigger, paying no mind to the pain on your cheek. “THE Wednesday Addams likes me back.” You gave a small chuckle, “It’s a miracle.”

Her lips twitched as she observed you, “The only miracle I see is how you’re still alive right now,” her lips curled into what looked like a scowl, “Which reminds me, I’m going to kill that imbecile.”

“Who? Xavier? Or Tyler?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion.

Wednesday glared, “Both.”

You chuckled softly as you reached your uninjured arm out, using your hand to trail your fingers along her cheek, along the mass of blood that didn't appear to be her own. She shivered at the touch, her eyes closing subconsciously, "You can do that later," You smiled, loving the warmth that seemed to emit from her, "I just want you here with me."

Wednesday leaned closer at that as if she were hypnotised by the very being that was you. She was distracted, it was a feeling she had never known she could feel. She couldn’t understand how you had the ability to control her as if you were a siren and your song was her weakness. She knew you weren’t a siren, it was glaringly obvious the first day she met you, as you had made a black dahlia materialise within your grasp and offered it to her as if it were the simplest thing, you had ever done.

It was the same black dahlia that Wednesday had forced Thing to make into a bookmark. A bookmark she only used when it came to her favourite novels. A bookmark she seemed to treasure as if her life depended on it. She had a suspicion you knew about it, considering the number of times she had seen your cheeks heat up whenever it had caught your eye.

Wednesday watched as you smiled at her as if she held your heart in the palm of her hands, something so delicate, so precious and you seemed to trust her with it. Her lips seemed to twitch as her hand stroked the claw marks on your face, the wound only seeming to enhance your beauty even more in her eyes. She hated the fact that you could so easily have spiders crawling through her insides, that you could so easily worry her. It wasn’t a feeling that Wednesday could ever get used to.

So, as you leaned closer, ready to capture her lips into another kiss, she let you. Instead of pushing you away, she pulled you closer, gentle enough not to cause you any harm, but you already felt numb to the touch. The kiss masked the pain you felt on your skin, her touch only lighting the burning feeling inside of you because all you could focus on was her lips and her skin against yours. You kept smiling into the kiss, your smile only growing bigger as you pulled away again.

It didn’t last long though, as you both missed the ‘click’ until a shot rang out, ringing in your ears. You didn’t feel it at first as you gasped, but Wednesday's face as it slowly changed into one of panic was all you needed to know what was happening. Wednesday seemed to cover the wound on your chest with her hands, as blood began seeping from your mouth, your hand grasping onto the lapels of Wednesday's blazer.

The ‘click’ sounded again Wednesday took notice this time as she saw Laurel Gates behind you with a semi-automatic pistol in her grasp, a sinister smile on her face, as she now pointed the gun on Wednesday, “I may not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I’ll get to kill someone you seem to care about Wednesday.” She chuckled darkly, “To think it was this easy.”

Your hold on Wednesday’s blazer slackened, her glare directed at Laurel as her shaky hands kept the pressure on your wound. You were feeling light-headed, not knowing whether the buzzing sound was coming from your own delirious mind, or if it was actually happening. You flinched at the sound of multiple gunshots, the sound of Laurel's screams, the burning sensation in your chest and the hands that seemed to be held to your wound being the only thing you could focus on, besides the taste of blood on your tongue.

You sat there, leaning against a pillar in the burning courtyard your head slightly downcast, with only Wednesday in your sight. She seemed to be yelling at someone, calling for someone. You couldn’t understand a word she was saying as Bianca seemed to take her place, the siren’s jacket now being held to your chest, staining it with your blood.

You felt arms wrap around you, as you seemed to be lifted off the ground, your eyes closing, the pressure on your chest not loosening in the slightest.

Wednesday lifted her head as she came back to her senses, her black shoes having just caved Laurel's skull in. She was breathing heavily as she turned back to where Bianca had started lifting you in an attempt to get you out of there. Not willing to risk the possibility of you burning to death seeing as the flames seemed to be spreading.

The ravenette followed Bianca, remaining close to you the entire way as you lay limp in the siren’s arms. She didn’t want to freak out, your breaths growing shallower by the second as they walked towards the front gates of Nevermore.

Wednesday couldn’t think of anything, she felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating when Enid had embraced her. The only thing on her mind right now was you, and whether you would be okay or not. Her eyes seemed to blur, she didn’t know whether from fatigue or tears. She made eye contact with your limp form that was now on the ground, Bianca seemingly frantic but Wednesday couldn’t hear a thing, her body meeting the ground as her vision seemed to fade to black.

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Wednesday clutched the side of her head, as she felt the black sheets under her skin. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes slowly, squinting as a figure materialised before her. It seemed to be nighttime as she glanced at her dorm window, the only light shining through coming from the moon above. She could sense you before you came into focus, smiling down at her with your arm in a sling. She was relieved.

Her lips twitched as she observed you, your hand reaching out to stroke one of her braids, “I’m glad that you’re still alive, Wednesday.” You smiled softly, she could see the scarring from where she lay, the claw marks on your cheek having been stitched up, her fingers twitching to trail along the sensitive skin.

So instead of hesitating she acted, trailing her fingers slowly down the course of your scarring flesh with the gentlest of touches. She observed as you shivered, falling into the warmth that was her hand, a smile of contentment a permanent expression on your face. “I thought—” Wednesday gulped as she took a shaky breath, “I was afraid that you were…”

“I’m right here,” you smiled softly at the ravenette.

Wednesday allowed a small reluctant smile to free from her lips, not being able to hold it back as she watched you. As she felt you, the warmth of your skin, the shiver from her touch. You used your free hand to grab hers, pulling it towards your lips as you gave it a gentle kiss. “Yes, I suppose you are.”

She observed you closely, as you nervously let go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck, a habit that she had grown accustomed to from the moment she had met you. She watched as you began fiddling with your tie, not understanding why you would be wearing your uniform so late at night, but her lips twitched as she noticed its usual wrinkled state, your dress shirt remaining untucked from your pants. But she didn’t question it as she reached over to wrap her pinkie around yours, stopping your movement altogether.

You took a deep breath, “I know it’s late and you just got out of a small coma but—” you gulped, “Would you still be willing to go on a date with me?”

Wednesday tortured you for a moment, remaining silent as you tightened your pinkie around hers. Her face remained passive as she just stared at you, she wanted to know how serious you were. She gouged for your reaction a moment longer, letting you squirm in your nerves before smirking, “That could be arranged.”

You chuckled nervously her dark eyes trailing towards your sling, your eyes seeming to follow, “It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

Wednesday didn’t want to think about it, the way the arrow had embedded itself into your shoulder, the way the gunshot had almost had her witnessing your death right before her eyes. She didn’t want to think about how close she was to losing you. So, she looked away, meeting your eyes in the process, “How long was I out for?”

You looked away for a moment clearing your throat, “So about that date?”

The ravenette glared at you, “Y/N,” she gritted out, “answer the question.”

You winced, “One week.” Wednesday's eyes widened slightly as they observed you, blinking a few times before going back to her usual unblinking stare. “Everyone was worried, your mother informed them that you were fine and that you would wake up soon.”

Wednesday paused for a moment, “I’m more surprised that you’re awake before me, considering the injuries you received that night.”

You chuckled softly, your smile not seeming to reach your eyes as you observed the ravenette. “How about that date?” You squeezed her pinkie affectionately.

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The wolves were howling as you both made your way into the darkened cemetery, the rusty gate opening with a squeak. You spun with a smile, walking backwards as Wednesday carried the shovels, observing each plot, trying to decide which grave seemed the most intriguing.

It was a full moon on this very night, the light of the moon illuminating against your skin as Wednesday seemed to follow you. She observed you for a moment, her lips twitching at how beautiful you looked. The way you seemed free at this moment. She blinked once before going back to examining the different gravestones.

Wednesday was about to continue before one in particular caught her eye. It seemed so fresh, though the green grass that seemed to cascade around it, and the flowers that seemed to have grown made it look like it had been there for years. Wednesday didn’t know who had been laid to rest there, but it intrigued her, to say the least as if a string were tugging her towards it.

She carefully placed her shovels down, feeling your presence behind her, a chill going down her spine as she carefully ran her fingers down the gravestone. “Are you sure?” Your voice broke her out of her trance, as she looked back towards you. She couldn’t see the name on the gravestone, the name covered by a thick layer of moss. But Wednesday was intrigued, so she nodded in reply before getting up and grabbing one of the shovels.

She seemed to be in her element as she dug, the moonlight reflecting off her pale skin, making her look more ghostlike than anything. But to you, she looked ethereal, like a fallen angel who had been cast out of heaven. “Thank you.”

You shook out of your trance, “For what?”

Wednesday gave a small smile, “Bringing me here,”

You seemed to chuckle softly, although your smile never reached your eyes, “How could I not on a night like this?” you gave her a soft smile as you stared up at the moon before meeting her eyes once again, “The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

Wednesday reciprocated your action, observing the moon herself before looking back down, at the way the moon lit your skin, “I suppose it is.” She kept digging after that, looking over at you every so often to make sure you were still there, hoping that you’d never disappear. That you’d stay with her for all of eternity.

“Wednesday…” The voice hadn’t been yours that time, but it was familiar all the same. Wednesday stilled her digging as she made eye contact with the newcomer.

“What brings you here, Mother?” Wednesday stared at her.

“It appeared you were no longer in your bed,” Morticia didn’t move from where she stood, her gothic clothing blending her into the night. “I had a feeling you would be here.”

Wednesday huffed at her mother, dirt covering her own features, “As you can clearly see, I am quite busy right now.” She motioned towards the shovel, rolling her eyes as she went back to her task, “So if you would not so kindly leave, it would be appreciated.”

Morticia didn’t move from her spot, “Wednesday…” her voice unnaturally shook, “This won’t bring her back.”

Wednesday gritted her teeth as she stared at her mother’s unusually soft eyes, “What are you talking about?” she could feel it deep down, as her heart seemed to tighten.

Morticia took a step forward as she met her daughter's eyes, “You know as well as I do that she’s gone Wednesday.”

The ravenette paused, her tone weaker than the last, “Who are you talking about?”

The older Addams took a deep breath as she looked at her daughter, sorrow flashing across her eyes, a frown etched on her unnaturally beautiful face, “Y/N”.

Wednesday’s eyebrows furrowed, “That's utterly impossible,” her voice slightly shaky “She’s right here” Wednesday motioned towards you, as she reached out to grab your hand. Her throat seemed to tighten as her hand passed through, capturing nothing but air in its midst.

“Her family wanted to hold the funeral right away,” Morticia closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again.

Wednesday's hands shook as she tried again but failed to grab your hand, “She can’t be…” Her voice shook, “She’s not…” She saw your clothes, the way they were unkempt like they always had been, closing her eyes for only a moment, before opening them back up. She saw it then, the way your uniform was tattered, the head of the arrow still in your shoulder, the gunshot wound in your chest still visible and the claw marks on your cheek still an open wound. But above all, she saw the sad smile you gave her as all the things she had blocked away seemed to hit her.

She stayed there for a moment, just staring at you, her chest burning, her heart feeling like it was being strangled to its limit. She clenched her fists as she turned around, her vision blurring, the gravestone so obviously in front of her from where she stood as she slowly with a shaky hand began to wipe off the moss.

Her breaths became shallower as the name under it became clearer, the name becoming visible to her for the first time. Her fingers were shaky as they traced the name under the moss, ‘Y/N L/N’ She hoped she’d wake up at any moment, that maybe she was still in a coma. Maybe she had dreamt everything up until this moment. Maybe when she woke up, you’d still be alive in the dorm room you had filled with flowers, the dorm room that she had been to many times before, just because you had the ability to tug at her heartstrings with just a smile.

She had uncharacteristically loved the fact that you were a free spirit, that you made her flowers anytime you thought she was upset. How you would stay with her in comfortable silence whenever she had writing time. She didn’t want to believe for even a moment that she would never get those moments again.

She didn’t want to think about the fact that she would never hear your laughter again, that you would never be there to hear her play the Cello. She didn’t want to believe that she would never receive your precious flowers again or be able to witness the blinding smile that overtook your face whenever she accepted them.

Wednesday slowly and shakily climbed out of the ditch she had created, as she moved slowly closer to you. You looked so real, so perfect under the moonlight, but as she tried one last time to grab a hold of you, she couldn’t. It was the one thing she wanted more than anything, the touch of your skin and she couldn’t have it.

Morticia moved forward towards her daughter, wanting more than anything to embrace her, not being able to stand the clear heartbreak on her face as her mind was still battling with her reality.

Wednesday looked past you as Goody materialised out of thin air, walking up from behind you. “Goody,” the ravenette’s voice shook, Goody’s expression solemn as if she were here to take you away. “Please. Bring her back.”

“You know I can’t,” Goody smiled sadly, “I could only save you that night, with what little power I had left.”

Wednesday shook her head as her voice seemed to crack, “Then why are you here?”

Goody placed a hand on your shoulder as she stepped forward, “It’s time.”

The ravenette took a shaky breath, “Please…” her chest burned as her throat closed up more, “Don’t take her.”

Goody didn’t respond as you stepped forward away from the hand on your shoulder, causing it to drop. Your hand reached out as Wednesday watched you, tears brimming her eyes but not releasing. You did the only thing you could think of in the moment, as you made a black dahlia materialise into thin air. Wednesday felt a hand on her shoulder as Morticia appeared beside her.

The ravenette’s hand closed around the stem of the flower, as she stared at it, “Please don’t go.” The tears she had tried so hard to hold back finally fell when her eyes connected with yours. “Please just stay.” She had promised herself she would never cry, ever since her pet scorpion ‘Nero’ had been murdered, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore as her heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. “Please don’t leave me…”

You gave a sad smile as your cold lips ever so slowly made contact with hers. She stayed right where she was, afraid that if she moved the illusion would break, the illusion that she could feel your lips against hers, the illusion that you were still here, with her. She could almost believe she could still feel the beat of your heart. She didn’t want to break out of it, the tears falling freely as she hoped this moment would never end. She didn’t want you to be gone, she didn’t want you to leave her side, but she knew that was too good to be true.

She held the flower in her hand tight as you detached from her, you mouthed your final words, Goody’s hand latching onto your shoulder as you both seemed to disappear. Wednesday watched as the flower petals got left in your wake, staring blankly at the spot you used to be, playing over and over in her head the final words of ‘I love you’ that had left your lips.

Tears fell down Wednesday's face, her fist clenching around the flower in her hand. The sky let out a rumble as droplets of rain began to fall, mixing into the tears as the ravenette didn’t seem to move from her spot. She looked down at the black dahlia in her hand for almost an eternity, before resolving herself as she jumped back down into the ditch, not even paying attention to the mud that had begun to soften the dirt below. She grabbed hold of her shovel as she began digging, she felt someone drop beside her as they too began to dig, her eyes meeting her own mother's.

Her shovel seemed to hit something, as she bent down getting rid of all the mud that covered the casket. Her hands trailed its simple design. Morticia climbed out at that moment, Wednesday beginning to open the casket, the flower still grasped in her hand.

She didn’t know what to expect, as you were revealed. Your skin was so pale, yet for some reason, you looked almost like you were sleeping. She hated fairytales to the bone, but at this moment, she wished you were snow white, wished maybe you were sleeping beauty so that when her lips touched yours maybe it would break the curse and you would live happily ever after. But she knew it wasn’t how death worked, as he had claimed your life that night a week ago.

The rain dripped on your face, your pale skin seeming to shine like crystals under the moonlight. She took a shaky breath, kneeling towards you, her hand reaching out slowly to stroke your scarred cheek ever so softly. The flower in her hand disappeared from her grasp as she slowly placed the black dahlia in between your clasped hands, making you seem more ethereal in your eternal slumber than you already were.

There was no smile on your face, just a look of peace as you lay to rest, your heart remaining completely and utterly still. Wednesday stood a moment to admire you before shakily closing the casket back up. She took her time as she slowly covered it back up with dirt and soil, watching in slow motion as the grass and flowers covered the ground back up as she shovelled the final layer of dirt on top. The rain continued to fall, as she knelt stroking your name on your gravestone with all that she felt for you. She felt Morticia’s hand on her shoulder as the ravenette whispered the words she had wished she had been able to tell you, the words ‘I love you’ leaving her lips.

Maybe this was the curse, loving someone for all of eternity only for them to be taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Because Wednesday knew without a doubt that she would never love another, that you were her one and only and that she for once in her life, hoped that one day she would find her way back to you. That once she took her final breath, you would be there to greet her from the other side.

Wednesday seemed to ignore everyone as she sat on her balcony, looking up at the bright moon as the rain continued to fall. She didn’t have her cello with her as she sat there, staring up at the night sky, wearing your favourite jacket, one that was all too big for her, but she didn’t mind, as she revelled in the lingering scent of you.

She held the bookmark against her shattered heart, the one that reminded her of the first day she met you, as she trailed her free hand against her lips, still feeling the cold traces of their last kiss. Your name forever the name on her lips. 

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Jamie Speaks:

Hahaha... Honestly, someone should take my writing privileges away from me.

How does one even write a sad fic?

[prettygreenpills]

Can Larissa have day 12? Shapeshifting dick and mommy kink please!!!!

Hiii

KINKTOBER day 12 | lactation kink, Larissa Weems

Good girls suck on them

warnings: lactation kink, shapeshifter!Larissa, gxg!smut, unprotected sex, reader is on a pill, soft smut(?)

“Issa?”

“Yes baby?” Larissa asked back as you were watching the promised film at the bedroom two of you shared.

“You know what we talked about few weeks ago, right?” You asked back, a little scared of her answer. Larissa didn’t seem to recall.

“What would that be?”

“Uhm… you agreed on that you will… breastfeed me if we can have sex without protection,” you said shyly and Larissa’s eyes grew wider.

“Yeah I remember now,” Larissa said and then the surprise disappeared from her face and a smile came up. “Why do you ask darling?”

“I thought… we could have sex now… and you could breastfeed me after,” you whispered and saw how Larissa smiled even wider.

“Are you really sure you want to have unprotected sex?”

“As long as the birthcontrol you bought me is really working…” you said being sure about that it was working.

“Come here sweetie,” Larissa pulled you onto her lap. The covers fell off of you and since you were always sleeping naked just like Larissa, it was a lot easier. When Larissa’s stone-hard cock was pressed against your thigh, your eyes shone. “What position would you like?”

“The one you can control me in the most mommy,” you whined out and Larissa understood. And the fact you called her Mommy…

Larissa immediately turned both of you. She was a strong woman. You were laying on the bed under her and you took a breath.

“Lift your legs up to your shoulders. Open up for Mommy,” Larissa’s voice went a tone darker than usually and you immediately did as she said so. You took your legs and pulled them up, being all spread out for Larissa.

Her eyes immediately wandered down to your core. You smiled for yourself and when Larissa lowered her body and you felt her eleven inch cock against your thigh again, all you could wish for was that she would enter you soon.

“You look so, so pretty for me like this,” Larissa whispered to you and you moaned softly at her words. While you were looking her into those sky blue eyes, she lined up her cock with you.

“Please mommy-“

“Shh baby, you’re gonna get what you want,” Larissa shushed you and you swallowed. Her hips lowered, her legs got closer to your thighs. The tip of her cock was pressed against you and Larissa was watching you asking for a permission.

“Go on,” you whispered and looked down. When Larissa realized the little bit of worries in your eyes, she lifted your chin and looked you deep into your eyes, assuring you about that it was all going to be okay.

“Tell me when it gets too much okay? Or if you want to stop.”

“I will,” you promised and with that sentence Larissa started sliding in.

It was a totally different feeling. You weren’t feeling the silicone of the condom. Her pulsating cock was sliding inside of you without any kind of protection and you had to say… you loved the feeling.

“Oh mommy-“ you moaned out when she filled you as much as she could. Larissa let out a quiet gasp and her eyes were closed for few seconds.

“You feel amazing baby. Hugging me so well-“ she moaned out and then she opened her eyes again.

A string of your hair fell in front of your face. Larissa tucked it behind your ear quickly and how soft her hand was…

“Is this okay baby?”

“Yes please!” You whispered with your eyes closed. Giving her a permission to move by that, you waited for her next step.

Larissa moved her hips. You could feel every single curve and vein on her cock, you were that tight. When she hit the highest spot possible, you arched in your back and bit on your lower lip with an intention to not be so noisy.

“Mommy-!”

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” Larissa started whispering to you and she was holding your legs so she had better access.

You nodded your head without even realizing it and clenched your teeth. You wanted her so bad, you needed her even more than before. When you opened your eyes and they fell onto her breasts, you whined.

“Would you like something little one?” She asked, panting.

“I- I wanna- can I?” You asked shyly and when Larissa looked where your eyes were, she smiled. Lowering her body between your legs, she supported her weight on her arms.

As her boobs got closer to your mouth, saliva started almost drooling from the corners of your lips. You quickly licked them clean and then you tilted your head, getting your chin a little upper, so you could reach that delicious bud. But what happened next was unexpected.

Larissa slid her hands between the bed and your body. She pulled you upper on the bed so you were half sitting, half laying. This position was probably the best for the plan you had but also for the plan she had. The butterflies in your stomach were getting wild when you saw her nipples even closer to your face, not talking about her cock which was fucking you so well.

You looked up at her. With big doe eyes, you asked for the permission and when Larissa gifted you with a warm smile, you leant in and took her nipple in between your lips.

“Just- suck on them like a good girl,” Larissa moaned softly and you closed your eyes, sucking on her nipple. Her hips started moving again and you… oh got this was all you wanted.

“Mhm-“ you moaned softly against her breath and continued in sucking on her nipple. Her body hitting yours. The feeling of her body was bringing you to the heaven and the fact she let you suck on her boobs…

“Oh my god- baby you’re doing so well for me,” Larissa moaned. She adjusted your hair with her hand and then she supported herself with it again.

The tickling in your stomach was slowly spreading in your whole body. Feeling like you didn’t have enough oxygen, you pulled away from Larissa’s breast and took a deep breath, focusing on her other, not so pink, nipple.

“Fuck Mommy-“ you let out a high pitched moan and tilted your head back. You even tried moving against her. Taking her deeper, feeling her better.

“Oh that’s it love. Can Mommy go a little faster?” She asked you softly and kept panting.

“Yes please!”

And Larissa did as she promised. Her speed picked up and you left your mouth opened, not being able to moan from the speed.

“Oh my god- baby-“

From how those words were leaving from her mouth, you knew that she was closer and closer to falling over the edge. And you were too.

You collected all of the strength you held in your body. Lifting your upper body, you reached for her bud and sucked on her nipple, to keep yourself shut.

“F-Fuck-“ you managed to moan out and you shook slightly on the bed.

“Cum with me love- cum for me-“

“Yes mommy!” You screamed out and with that your insides crashed like a vase. Your head flew back and your whole body was stretched out, your belly contracting. “Fucking hell-“

“Oh baby!” Larissa groaned and she shut her eyes. She was cumming too.

“Ugh my god-“ you let out a heavy breath. Feeling how your walls squeezed around her, you whined again and Larissa breathed out against your neck. She stayed like that for a few seconds and she kissed you onto your exposed neck.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded your head along with your answer. Still laying under her with your eyes closed.

Larissa pulled out. She let out the quiet sigh of release. But what else fill the room was soft moan which rang in your own ears.

You didn’t even realize, and Larissa was laying next to you in the bed. You were both laying side-by-side. enjoying her presence, you turned to face her.

“Are you okay?” She asked you as you were facing each other. You smiled softly and nodded your head. Crawling closer to her, you curled up into a little ball and hid in her chest.

“Yeah,” you sighed into her chest and Larissa brushed your hair. She took her two fingers and lifted your chin. And you realized what she wanted. She kissed you onto your lips this time and you blushed.

“Is it okay if we rest a little now?” She asked softly and you swallowed.

“It’s more than okay. Thank you so much.” You said and then looked at her breasts.

“Oh? Are we still hungry for mommy’s milk?” She smiled at you and you blushed hardly.

“Mhm…”

“Come here then love,” Larissa smiled even more and prepared her breast for you. She massaged her nipple a little for you so she would get some milk out of them. And when you saw an almost see through drop, you immediately lapped her nipple and started sucking. “Oh, easy there,” Larissa chuckled and you closed your eyes.

You could feel how they rolled back into your scalp and the uncomfortable feeling of wetness in between your thighs.

“Mhm,” you murmured again and kept sucking.

“You seem so hungry my baby,” Larissa noted and you only breathed out. Sucking and swallowing her milk, you rubbed your thighs together and when Larissa’s hand started brushing your ass, you shivered. “You look so cute like this. Just take it easy baby.”

[orchardcorset]

#repost • kristianaoneandonly 🕷🕸 Pvc corset from orchardcorset

[sarajugali]

🥀Day 29 “Spooky Babe: Morticia Addams”

[helloavatar]

Christina Ricci

Wednesday Cast with Name

[artxssa]

Young Morticia and Larissa at the Rave'N <3

[ilovecookiesandshakespere]

Morticia Addams in Black Butler edit

[impermanent-art]

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Addams Family-themed Jonas Never x Scom x Masen collab in North Hollywood.

[therefrigeratorismadatme]

[nirvvnv]

забери навек моё небьющееся сердце, а в ответ отдай мне всю свою любовь...

[gregoryhergert]

Invasive Species…the idea of a bat shark came to me while I was waking up and I was going to do a portrait version of it but like lots of people I had watched Wednesday on Netflix so I knew Morticia would love the creature and I figure she drives a vintage Cadillac #urbansurrealism #morticiaaddams #batshark #oilpainting #cadillac #lowbrowpopsurrealists #pdxartist #portlandartist #gregoryhergert (at Southeast Portland, Portland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn7WqmPv2UP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ob-libgen]

Tan precioso que es. 🥰

[prettygreenpills]

Hi, I came up with a smut idea, I was wondering if you could do LarissaxFemTeacher. Where R trains martial arts or another physical contact sport (whatever you want) and Larissa sees her training one day and it turn Larissa on and then comes the smut

I hope you can do it, if you can't or you don't want to, it's ok don't worry 🫶 have a nice day <3

Hi anon! This is an amazing idea, I will try my best!

Dirty girl - Larissa Weems

rundown: see the ask

warnings: smut, gxg, shapeshifter!Larissa, choking kink, praise kink, cockwarming!, etc.

You put down all of your things you’ve been training with and decided to visit the principals office since she’d called you in.

Having a different type of connection like you or Larissa had with the other teachers was something you were happy about but not totally proud of. Every time it came to sex, well the time after it, when you had to leave her quarters, you felt some weird feeling deep in your chest.

“You wanted to see me?” You asked from the high blonde as you closed the huge doors behind yourself, feeling how sweated you were. Your clothes which were a white shirt with a little deeper V-cut and leather pants were wet from the sweat.

“Yes I wanted to see you Y/n,” she told you and looked you deep into your eyes. When she stood up from her armchair, you took a deeper breath and kept watching her. “You know. I was watching you all afternoon from this window. How you were teaching class after a class, how skilled you were with those fingers of yours,” she said quietly and you took a breath. “You… made me desire for few feelings a lot more than I’ve used to,” she said and you gulped.

“Larissa I-“

“Come here darling,” Larissa said and looked at her table and you shook your head.

“Larissa I need a shower first, and then…”

“I said come here. We’ve done it in a lot worse situations than this one,” she said quietly and you could feel yourself blush, remembering the most of those times. You listened to her and walked over to her, looking up into those ocean blue eyes.

As soon as you were facing her, Larissa took your face into her hands and leant in. You weren’t pulling away from her, you leant in as well and kissed her onto her sweet lips which tasted like cherries. While you held a tongue war, Larissa started softly taking your clothes off, so you decided to unzip her dress as well. When it fell onto the floor, Larissa made you jump onto her hips and you wrapped your legs around her body. She was taking you to the main bedroom.

“Issa-“ you breathed out as she started sucking on your sweet spot on your neck and you tilted your head to the other side.

Only thing you realized next was that Larissa dropped you onto the bed. You looked up at her with big doe eyes and when you saw Larissa naked, you gulped. She had shapeshifted herself an eight inches long cock.

“Oh my god-“ you breathed out but in the following second, Larissa crawled up to you on the bed and towered her body over yours, placing kisses all over your naked skin. You shivered and your body was covered in shivers in the next second. Larissa chuckled over your reaction and she continued in kissing your body. She was happy by your reaction, seeing you laying under her with your eyes closed was something what made her smile. When she started sucking on your neck, you immediately knew that you would have a hickey there. Arching in your back, you made unhooking your bra for her a lot easier and when she did so, your bra flew all across the room, landing god knows where.

“Beautiful,” you heard her say only and when she starting sucking on your nipple, you let out a soft moan. Larissa groaned against your soft skin. Her hand travelled down on your body across your stomach. She pulled your panties down and you got somehow more excited. When her hand arrived to the sensitive area which was just above the place which Larissa liked that much, you bit on your lower lip. “Tell me darling what would you like?” She teased you and you frowned in frustration.

“Please- please Larissa-“ you begged her and pushed your body up, showing her what would you like.

“And I thought that you wanted to shower first.”

“Please,” breathing out only this, Larissa got what you meant. Her fingers started drawing small and tight circles on your clit. Her other hand wasnt near to your body and when you saw her, you liked what was happening. Her fingers slipped inside of your core and she was stroking herself. “Oh Daddy-“ you said only and that was what made Larissa become crazy for you.

She pumped her fingers, preparing your body for what was coming. When she pulled them out and lined herself up with you, you looked down and then looked at Larissa.

“You look so beautiful darling. Oh my god, look at this beautiful pussy aching for me,” she breathed out and started slowly pushing herself inside of you. You opened your legs even more for her and as she was sliding inside you left your mouth opened.

“Oh fuck- Daddy-“ you moaned out as she stretched you out to the maximum. She was slowly pushing herself in.

“You’re so tight baby, so good for Daddy,” Larissa moaned out. You were taking deep breaths because of how big she was and when she started kissing your body again, you tilted your head backwards, giving her more room. When she pulled away a little but enough to leave some small space between your neck and her lips, her hot breath drove you crazy.

“Fuck Daddy- please Daddy-“ you begged and moaned out loud, and after that Larissa started fucking you rhythmically, thrusting deep inside of you. “Oh!”

“Shut up for Daddy, will you?” She asked you and something in her voice was telling you that she didn’t like something. Her hips kept moving what caused you to open your mouth when another moan escaped you.

Larissa wasn’t too slow. Two of her fingers slid into your mouth and you knew it was only to keep you quiet but you started sucking on them anyways. Looking her into eyes, when she looked into yours you could feel butterflies in your whole body.

“Such a dirty girl aren’t you darling?” Larissa asked you and you closed your eyes as she showed her fingers deeper. You softly gagged but kept sucking on them.

Larissa’s other, free hand was adjusting your thighs. She was opening them wider when they started closing and when she was satisfied, she started brushing your inner thighs with her hand. And that drove you crazy.

“Mhm-“ you moaned with your eyes closed when she picked up her speed. Only her panting and your moans were filling the room you were in and the way she was moving inside of you was something, what you knew you’ll never forget.

When you opened your eyes and looked up at Larissa, you saw that she was clearly enjoying herself. When she hit your g-spot with her cock, you gasped in shock and your eyes wide opened. Tickling in your stomach started making its way lower and lower and when Larissa realized, she smirked wildly.

Knowing what was she up to, you weren’t surprised when she made sure she would hit that spot inside of you until you wouldn’t cum. Her hands appeared under your armpits and just like that she wrapped them around your shoulder. She pulled you down onto herself and she was helping herself with pushing inside of you with that action.

“Mhm- fuck-“ you couldn’t help but moaned. Your breathing got a lot deeper than it was before. Larissa’s lips started sucking on your soft skin right under your ear and when she got an arch in your back as a response, she chuckled against you.

Pulling away from your neck, she replaced her own lips with her hand. Looking you deep into your eyes, she waited few seconds for you to answer. You moaned and nodded your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Larissa praised you and your eyes rolled at that praise. She leant onto her hand and you clenched your teeth, realizing that soon you’ll be out of oxygen. “Oh, you’re so wet darling- you feel so good around me-“ Larissa moaned as she started thrusting into you and you just lifted your hips a little what caused Larissa to moan.

“Issa- clit please-“ you begged her and whined, turning your head to the side. Larissa immediately started massaging your clit and when the shot of pleasure arrived to the little bud of nerves, you gasped. “Yes- fuck-“

“Was this what you needed love? Hm?”

“Y-yes- shit Issa so good-“ you kept saying and if someone asked you what did you just say you wouldn’t know. Your whole mind was blurry, feeling Larissa inside of you and her fingers pleasuring you as well. You clenched around her hardly and Larissa drew her fingers away from you. Fucking you into the bed, she leant down and kissed you onto your chest, then she moved to your nipples.

Feeling that you weren’t far away from your release, it was hard to stay still. When Larissa hit your g-spot, you squirmed on the bed.

“Fuck- please! Close Issa!”

“Yes love- cum with me baby-“ she moaned out and you whined. When Larissa was so close to cumming, she became brutal. Her hips were meeting yours so fast, the tickling in your body wouldn’t stop. Leaving your mouth open, loud moans were leaving from between your lips.

Feeling the little ball in your lower belly tighten the most as it could, you screamed. You wanted to push your thighs together but Larissa was holding them open. Your arms wrapped around her neck and you hid your face in her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Larissa breathed out into your left ear. She was still moving her hips but since she went slower, you knew that she came.

“Oh my god-“ whispering only, you kept holding Larissa and you laid like that. With her cock still inside of you. Both of you turned and you were laying next to each other, face to face, your leg over her hip. Larissa closed her eyes and you did that too. Breathing heavily you were both just resting like that.

“That was amazing love,” Larissa told you and you just smiled, hugging the woman.

[kuro-no-hana]

Je suis sûr que ce look vous rappelle quelqu'un ? 🖤 C'est un ancien shooting avec cette robe qui est juste sublime. 🥀 En ce moment, je suis malade et je fais en sorte de me rétablir vite donc je n'ai pas de nouveautés à partager. 🇬🇧I'm sure this look reminds you of someone? 🖤 It's an old shooting with this dress that is just sublime.🥀 At this moment, I'm sick and I make sure to quickly restore me so I have no news to share. 📷 @eirian_photography Dress: @punkravestore ──────⊱◈◈◈⊰────── #darkaesthetic #darkelegance #gothicphotography #punkravestore #punkrave #gothmodel #gothgirls #gothique #goth #morticiaaddams #romanticgoth #darkromance #frenchgothic #gothiquefrance #gothdress #immortalgothic https://www.instagram.com/p/CoFf-seKauo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[xxs3puc4lowxx]

MY GRANDMA JUST CALLED ME MORTICIA IN THE RUDEST WAY POSSIBLE. IM GONNA KMS /HJ (also i wore this to my school’s spring fling and now i got a gf)

[opheliaasdeath]

Living Morticia Addams #gothic #goth #nugoth #gothgirl #blackmetal #metalgirl #metalchick #bondagegirl #blackmetalgirl #grunge #grungegirl #occult #witch #witchcraft #moonchild #morticiaaddams https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGQ3HZD3j5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=