#morticia x gomez

[trashpidgeon48]

There’s just something about Middle-Aged bitches in love

[vorpalfae]

༺🕸️ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 & 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 🕸️༻

[summerfrwrks]

[sanshofox]

Finished one of my morticia and gomez art pieces. I only upload low res pictures here because of art theft. Don’t worry, the inprnt art print version is high res.

Art prints available on my inprnt:

[madwomansapologist]

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

Thank you , have a nice day!

Morticia and Gomez Addams being heels over head for you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[demi-raven]

[shyjusticewarrior]

DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 88

Jason: Everyone should thank me because as bad as I am, I am holding myself back from being much worse.

Harley: Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.

Selina: What a horrible nightmare. But knowing those two, they were probably just divorcing so they could get married all over again.

Cass: Yes I do live under a rock and her name is the moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing.

[districtsleepsalonetonight]

When a protective Addams is in love.

[just-a-random-dead-thing]

~Lost and found~ (Larissa Weems x student!reader)

The reader is 19 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.

Sorry for the longer than expected wait! Mocks are a bitch and a half! The reader is a snarky little shit in this chapter btw- The chapters will be getting slightly longer as I get more comfortable with the story but please let me know if you would prefer shorter chapters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (1.2k words)

Thank you for all your kind words about the last chapter <3 I hope you continue to enjoy my shitty angst!!!

Lastly thank you once again to @thefangedman for the editing to make the story make any semblance of sense. You should check out their Tiffany Valentine fic! It's amazing!!!

Static takes over my senses. I slowly come round from my near death experience at the hands of my own Headmistress - ‘my duty is to protect all the students within these walls’ my ass. The glaring lights start to bother my shut eyes, begging me to open them and rejoin the living world. I'll give it 5 more minutes. I haven't had a nap like this in years.

Just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear the tapping of heels on a wooden floor, pacing back and forth. From what I can piece together, Weems accidentally impeded my ability to breathe; I passed out and she has dragged me to her office because she's too embarrassed to tell the nursing staff what happened. Hmm... I should have some fun with her. Fake amnesia seems like it'll do the trick. I mentally smirk, thinking over the horrified reaction I'll get to see on her face.

I flutter open my eyes to play into the act of just having awoken. I stare at the ceiling, hearing her rush towards me. "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, how are you feeling? It appears you... umm, passed out in the corridor."

I turn to face her, sitting up on the leather sofa I'm lying on. I rub my forehead, slightly obscuring my eye as a confused expression crosses my features.

"...I'm sorry but who is Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, and who are you?" Her face, like I thought, is priceless - she even backs away slightly.

Her voice quivers as she talks, an unfamiliar tone in the usually confident woman.

"S-shit...no no no. This can't be happening, I d-didn't. God, what am I going to do-" with this, she grips my face in her hand, the other removing my own from my forehead, grasping it gently as our eyes meeting in perfect alignment. The only difference is her eyes are glazed over with tears that will fall any second, "I am so sorry, Y/N..."

God, this was meant to be fun, but it's just depressing.

I swear, she has an ability to suck all the joy out of anything I do. I roll my eyes at her, but in reality a small part of me feels regret. Regret over my actions, regret over leaving her in this state, but alas, I repress this thought and lean into the anger. I rip my hand out of hers and shove her away from me.

"You're so annoying! I can't even prank you after you nearly murder me without you sucking the joy out of it. Also- thanks for being too scared to take me to see the nursing staff, or even an actual fucking doctor incase God forbid you got into trouble. I could have gotten actual brain damage-"

I am interrupted mid-rant when she embraces me, her face buried in my neck, now fully sobbing. Fuck. Why do I always have to be such a blunt asshole? I need Noah to translate my words into nice ‘feeling protecting’ ones, he's good at all the dumb emotional stuff. Normally I am at least okay at faking, and I can get by, but everything just feels so foggy. No matter how hard I try, I can't concentrate on finding the right words.

I feel awkward as her hot tears sear into my skin like a mark of shame. I bring my hand to her head, undoing her usual pristine hairstyle. I run my hand over her scalp and the nape of her neck, gently scratching her skin. She calms down slowly, relaxing more into me more. My hand slows with her tears, until both cease and we remain there, unmoving for what feels like eternity. Neither one of us knows how to proceed, not wanting to ruin our brief moment of peace and unspoken understanding of what the other needs.

It has to end eventually however, and I am the one to do so, saying words I never thought I'd utter to this woman in my life. Before I can gather what to say three simple words cross my mind, "...I am sorry."

No. I will never apologise to this woman.

Instead I simply remove all venom from my being. I render myself completely vulnerable to her, a spider without its fangs, completely defenceless. "I don't think before I speak. As you know I'm not exactly great at the whole communication thing. So understand, I did not mean to hurt you. I just struggle when taking others emotions into account and instead I chose to be selfish by lashing out at you, it was immature of me."

The air felt thick as I tried to regain my lost stoicism. I feel shame and pity for both of us. I pry her away from my body as I stand, desperately needing to leave, but my legs buckle beneath my weight as everything goes blurry - fuck. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Before my body can meet the welcoming ground, I am snatched by a set of strong arms. She turns me to face her once more, before gently setting me on the settee. She turns away from me walking towards her desk as she speaks, her voice still not quite back to it's typical happy/mildly aggressive cadence.

"I had the nurses come to see you here, because I know you don't like the nursing wing of the academy. They said you'd have a mild concussion from hitting your head, and told me to observe you, which is why I didn't put you in your dorm. I know you think of me as being too proud to admit when I am wrong, but I want you to know I will never put my pride before the health of you, or anyone else in this academy."

God, what is wrong with Weems, I think I broke her. She's being too emotional - in the sad way, normally she's just angry. I swear, she speaks exclusively in passive aggressive niceness. I lift my head to properly meet her eyes.

She has taken her seat pride of place behind her desk, having almost the same power behind it as when a queen takes her throne. I begin to verbalise my thoughts.

"Are you on your period? Or are you too old for that... when does menopause start? Oh wait, could it be perimenopause? Oh god, are you pregnant? Can you still even get pregnant?" I become horrified as the last thought even crossed my mind, that poor child.

I notice Weem's equally horrified expression contorting her features, "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N just how old do you think I am exactly? I also don't appreciate the invasive line of questioning, but for your information, no, I am not pregnant."

I shutter slightly feeling her peircing gaze wait for me to answer her. "I want to say, 54...?" Oh God, she looks like she's about to slap me. "54! I beg your pardon, Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I am 44, and I do not appreciate you aging me a decade! I should give you an extra detention for this alone."

I look at her, wondering if she has been seriously affected by my words, merely her vanity showing as per usual, or if this is her failed attempt trying to be more humorous while scolding me. I run my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eyes.

"I don't give a shit how old you are! You still cried like a baby either way, get over yourself, you're not 2. So what? You nearly murdered someone, we've all been there. You aren't special, so don't expect sympathy from me!"

Weems stands once and strides towards me. I am not interested in her lectures about manners and etiquette, so I leave quickly through the nearest set of doors and out into the corridor, taking a sharp right into the closest room to me.

Grabbing the chair beside me, I barricade the door, allowing myself to slide down it and contemplate all that's happened thus far, while also figuring out an excuse. I look around the room, only now realising I've locked myself within Weems' bedroom.

"Shit."

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[gothic-damien]

🖤 Morticia and Gomez 🖤

Inspired on the pink house from 1964

[forgetmaenott]

Gomez & Morticia 🖤🥀

(forgive some of the messiness, I made this a couple years ago and hadn’t originally planned on sharing it T_T)

[strawberryamanita]

I'm sure there are plenty of couples I'm missing, as it is a couple archetype that deserves to be done to death, but in my head this is The trifecta

Also this was the most legible default font on my phone's photo editor so. Sorry about that gkfhekdbfksndbd

[darklinaforever]

Same vibrations...

[your-dad-the-fag]

Wednesday: GUYS WHY DID I JUST WALK INTO A CLOSET ONLY TO SEE MY MOM, MY DAD AND PRINCIPAL WEEMS ABOUT TO DO THE DIRTY

Enid: (under her breath) omg I was right yoko owes me so much money

Also Enid: oh are you ok with that, how are you feeling?

Wednesday: HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL

Enid: we’ll die to the way your shouting I’ma say not well

And that’s the story on how Wednesday now never walks into storage closets again and finds out her parents are in a poly relationship with her principle

[madwomansapologist]

Hi hi!! Is it okay if I request some sfw and nsfw head-canons on Morticia and Gomez with sugar baby!reader?

being Morticia and Gomez Addams sugar baby would include

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synopsis: A rich and gothic couple: what a dream.

warnings: sugar baby stuff (also, I am trying to include more kinks because I am getting comfortable here, so if you guys like it feel free to comment or to make requests with more specific kinks :))

ps: thanks for your request my love! I hope you like it!

• Look at them. Do you really think they wouldn't like the thought of giving money to someone they love? Gomez is a billionaire (this is canon, I am talking about billions of dollars), so money is not a problem. Great news for you!

• They are willing to pamper you up. Their looks may make a lot of people think that they would be horrible partners, but this is not true. They want to make you happy, don’t matter how

• Morticia is more willing to give you things that envolve your interestings. Be ready to receive first editions of books of your favourite writers, trips to anywhere you show the least interest, make you meet anyone that you idolatre, show you whatever place that deserves your attention. She would spare no efforts to make you experience the best the world has to offer

• Gomez prefer to give you things more... palpable. Clothes from the most delicate fabrics imaginable, jewelry that other would need sunglasses to look directly at, makeup that is worth as much as gold, bags and more bags of everything you want to buy with his card. He would gift you with a suitcase of money if you asked

• They like to show you off. Part is because if they do so than everyone gonna know that you belong to them. But it is also because they want everyone to know how beautiful and smart you are. They want you to open you mouth and make the others realize how dumb they are

• If you ever fight, the apologies will be as big as possible. You gonna enter your home and gonna fin thousands of roses without their buds. Others may think that this is a threat, but thats just Morticia trying to be romantic while dealing with you allergic to pollen

• And it don’t mean that all they would do have something to do with money only. Gomez tried to fight with swords people that we’re mean to you or that tried to harm you. You are pretty sure that he did use some of his specials books to take away some people, but you don’t have a proof

NSFW 🧁

• Gomez love to see you test his gifts. Gomez would sit on his couch, with a glass of red wine on his hand, and let you analize the shopping bags. Without a word, Gomez would watch you test the new clothes on his body. He knows you measurements, but watches all the same.

• The only time he interferes is when you start fitting the jewelry to your body. Gomez finishes the glass, stand up and helps fasten all the clasps. He saves the necklace for last, this way he can smell your skin. His hands will pass through the fabric of your clothes, fingering your jewelry, squeezing your hair: you're in his hands, what could be better than that? 

• As I said, Morticia prefer to pay attention on experiences. When you both have dinner together, in a fancy restaurant closed just for you, the table is surrounded by only one chair. You sit on Morticia's lap, who makes it clear that you won't move a muscle tonight. How could she make you spend your energy when she can serve you? She will care of you, she always does

• After you eat everything you wish for, it is her time to eat. And she is hungry. Forever hungry.

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