#sub!morticia

[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

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

My haul of super fun stuff from the con!

[theemissuniverse]

NOOB SAIBOT AND VILLAIN!FEM!READER HATING ON MORTAL KOMBAT 11 CHARACTERS

SUMMARY : just what the title says. You are a powerful sorcerer from Earthrealm. You’re Bi-Han’s consort

WARNINGS : some is suggestive

MASTERLIST 1 , MASTERLIST 2

(Y/N) VS NOOB SAIBOT

Noob Saibot : You have a strange taste in allies

(Y/N) : Cassie is cool, Bi-Han. I’m not completely stone

Noob Saibot : I will never like a Cage

(Y/N) : People say you changed me

Noob Saibot : I made you stronger

(Y/N) : And for that I am bound to you

Noob Saibot : I’ve always known you were a great warrior

(Y/N) : Was it when I beat you at the tournament?

Noob Saibot : That is when I fell in love with you

Noob Saibot : A shadow feels nothing

(Y/N) : So you say

Noob Saibot : But for you - it is different

(Y/N) : You might have some competition, Bi-Han

Noob Saibot : I am not worried of a failed Empress

(Y/N) : I love a man so assured with himself

(Y/N) : You are the only one to see my potential

Noob Saibot : You were worthy of my teachings

(Y/N) : And I will forever be in debt to you

Noob Saibot : Raiden was a fool for not seeing you excel

(Y/N) : His foolishness led me to you

Noob Saibot : I should thank him

(Y/N) : That demon is getting on my nerves

Noob Saibot : There is no reason for jealousy - I care not for her

(Y/N) : Sareena’s soul will be mine

(Y/N) : Kuai Liang mourns you

Noob Saibot : He is wasting his time

(Y/N) : I agree. I like this you better

Noob Saibot : Shao Kahn refers to me as your concubine

(Y/N) : *laughs* You love it

Noob Saibot : Yes. Very much so

(Y/N) VS MK CHARACTERS

Cassie Cage : You and Bi-Han remind me of Morticia and Gomez Addams

(Y/N) : Who?

Cassie Cage : How do you not know them?!

(Y/N) : I’ll have my lover deal with you

Jax : Didn’t Scorpion toast him?

(Y/N) : Didn’t Ermac rip off your arms?

Raiden : I told you that following in line with Bi-Han was trouble

(Y/N) : You are just mad that I am not a lap dog like Liu Kang

Raiden : It saddens me to see you like this

Johnny Cage : (Y/N) and Bi-Han sitting in a tree-

(Y/N) : I will burn your tree to the ground.

Johnny Cage : Sheesh. Tough crowd.

Liu Kang : You were the best female warrior in Earthrealm

(Y/N) : Such a pity that all the women you know are next to nothing

Liu Kang : It is a shame to see what you’ve become

Kabal : You and Bi-Han freak me out

(Y/N) : I’ll do more than freak you out

Kabal : You two are a match made in hell

(Y/N) : I hate bugs

D’vorah : This one does not care for your hate

(Y/N) : The realms will cheer in pride when I exterminate you

Sub-Zero : You and my brother are not suppose to be together

(Y/N) : You share blood. You are not brothers

Sub-Zero : He made you as cold as ice

(Y/N) : Your ancestors mock you

Kung Lao : I don’t need you of all people telling me that

(Y/N) : They beg me to release them from their pain

Shao Kahn : I am quite surprised to see you turn out like this

(Y/N) : I was not surprised to see Kitana become Kahn

Shao Kahn : All you and Bi-Han do is talk

Sindel : I’ve never been attracted to such power before

(Y/N) : You are not my type, Empress

Sindel : That shadow has you wrapped around its finger

(Y/N) : You murdered my lover

Scorpion : I was deceived by Quan Chi

(Y/N) : You’ll be pleading for your life as your wife did

NOOB SAIBOT VS MK CHARACTERS

Cassie Cage : You and (Y/N) make the cutest freak show

Noob Saibot : I will never understand why (Y/N) likes you

Cassie Cage : Because I am the greatest!

Kano : Where’s your girlfriend?

Noob Saibot : My consort pays no mind to you

Kano : Damn. How’d you know I was thinking bout her?

Johnny Cage : There’s no way (Y/N) chose that

Noob Saibot : I cannot believe you procreate

Johnny Cage : Says you and everyone else, former frosty

Noob Saibot : You crave for (Y/N)’s touch

Sindel : I crave her power

Noob Saibot : Only I hold all her power

Noob Saibot : You never appreciated (Y/N)’s gift

Raiden : I did not want her to become the villain she was destined to be in previous timelines

Noob Saibot : You only pushed her closer to me

Liu Kang : You corrupted (Y/N)s soul!

Noob Saibot : You were not a man and did not confront the feelings you had for her

Liu Kang : Who told you this?!

Noob Saibot : Your mother greets you from beyond the grave

Jacqui Briggs : I’ll finish you. Then your little girlfriend

Noob Saibot : You are no match for (Y/N). Do not embarrass yourself

Scorpion : Your lover wants to avenge you and kill me

Noob Saibot : Such a shame your wife can’t do the same for you

Scorpion : Now, I will kill you

Kabal : So do you and your shadow thing tag team (Y/N) or-

Noob Saibot : I’d worry about your lungs giving out

Kabal : Jeez. It was just a question

Noob Saibot : Challenging (Y/N) is a mistake

Sub-Zero : To get to you, I must get to her

Noob Saibot : She will greet you with death

MK CHARACTERS MENTIONING YOU AND NOOB SAIBOT

Kung Lao : So you really did have feelings for (Y/N)?

Liu Kang : It is a thing of the past

Kung Lao : I don’t know if she downgraded or upgraded

Sonya Blade : (Y/N) is not your friend, Cassie!

Cassie Cage : I know she’s one of the bad guys but she makes great smoothies!

Sonya Blade : Why do I even bother?

Liu Kang : History would be different if you didn’t doubt (Y/N)

Raiden : It is a mistake I think about often

Liu Kang : Not often enough

Scorpion : (Y/N) will stop at nothing to get her revenge

Sub-Zero : Rage is an emotion you two share

Scorpion : Her rage has grown too powerful

[jadewolf22]

Her Darkest Night

Fem!Reader x Sub!Young!Larissa 

Warnings: Bullying, Attempted suicide, mentions of toxic parents (if you squint), smut, fingering, eating out, ect… 

Word Count: 1,755 

Prompt #2: “I’m begging you, don’t do that!” 

Summary: Larissa has always struggled with feeling confident in her body and you knew that. One night, after being picked on by a group of boys, she decides she can't take it anymore and you step in and show her just how beautiful she truly is. 

A/n: Reader is a 20 year old TA, Larissa is 18.  

“What a freak.” 

Larissa flinched as a small stone struck her cheek. Looking up from her book, she noticed a group of boys standing in the corner of the quad, watching her and snickering to themselves. She rolled her eyes and returned to her book, hoping they’d leave her alone if she didn’t give them a reaction.  

“Hey, giant, eaten any people today?!” one shouted as another stone struck her shoulder. The group laughed and Larissa sighed, closing her book and standing up. She began to walk away when a third and fourth stone struck her back, stopping her in her tracks.  

“What freak are you deaf now too?” another boy sneered as they surrounded Larissa, trapping her in the centre of their group.  

“Leave me alone.”  

Larissa’s tone was cold yet very shaky, causing the boys to only laugh harder.  

“What’s wrong, freak?!” one spat, pushing her to the ground from behind. Larissa fell to her knees with a small cry of pain, tears brimming her eyes, “There we go. Now you look normal.” 

Larissa screamed as the back of a hand made contact with her cheek, a harsh ‘crack!’ filling the still night air. One of the boys, the leader she assumed, knelt in front of her and grabbed her jaw harshly, turning her head to look him in the eye.  

“You’ll never be normal. No one will ever love you. You’ll always be the freak.” he growled, his grip on her tightening, “You don’t belong here.”  

Larissa whimpered and the boy smirked, tossing her away from him before turning and leaving with the rest of the group. Distraught and in pain, Larissa shakily pushed herself to her feet, making her way back inside, unaware that someone else had seen the whole thing.  

You and Morticia were sitting in your room chilling when Yoko burst in. “You guys need to check on Larissa.” she gasped, seemingly out of breath. 

“Why, what happened?” you asked, concern flooding your body. 

“The gorgons were messing with her again. It looked really bad.”  

That was all it took for you and Morticia to launch off of your bed and sprint towards Larissa and Morticia’s room.  

Entering the room, the first thing you and Morticia noticed was that Larissa’s miniature safe was open and her bottle of antidepressants was gone. This alone sent the two of you into a mad panic.  

“You search the lower floors, I’ll search the upper floors.” you said to Morticia, your heart pounding in your ears, “She has to be around here somewhere. She’d wanna be in someplace that relaxes her.” 

“I’ll start in the library.” 

“And I’ll start in the bell tower.” you said as the two of you dashed to the stairwell, heading to your designated areas.  

You bolted up the stairs, somewhat relieved when you saw the bell tower door cracked open. You pushed it open fully, gasping when the cool night air hit your face. You heard soft sobbing and quietly stepped around the bell, stopping in your tracks when you caught sight of Larissa. One of her cheeks was a bright red, there was a small scratch across the other. Every inch of visible skin on her legs was clawed up with small scratches, little beads of blood had dried to them. 

“Ris?” you said softly, drawing her attention away from the little bottle of pills in her hand.  

Larissa jumped, nearly dropping the bottle. Tears fell freely from her sapphire eyes, which were bright with fear.  

“Go away, Y/n.” she commanded in a trembling voice, turning away from you and looking out over the quad. As if you weren’t standing near her, Larissa popped the lid off of the bottle pouring all of the pills into her hand.  

“Larissa, I’m begging you, don’t do that!” you cried, tears slipping down your face as you took a cautious step towards her, “Please . . . Give me the pills.” 

“No.” 

Her gaze still on the quad, Larissa brought her hand up to her mouth and you sprang into action, leaping forward and knocking the pills out of her hand, scattering them down onto the quad. You grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face you, both of you crying steadily.  

“What . . . were you thinking?”  

“I can’t do this anymore,” Larissa refused to look at you, instead focusing her gaze on the floor, “I’m tired of being called a freak . . . I’m so tired, Y/n . . .” 

“I know . . . Believe me, Ris. I know . . .” your gentle tone was soothing to Larissa, who finally looked up to meet your eyes, “But don’t do this . . . Please, stay with me . . .” 

Unable to contain herself anymore, Larissa broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Your heart shattered watching her and you pulled her closer, stroking her hair while you stood there, assuring her that everything was going to be alright. 

“My dad’s going to be so mad at me . . .” Larissa sobbed against your shoulder, clinging to you tightly. 

“Your dad doesn’t have to know.” you said gently, “I’ve got you . . . Come on . . . let’s get you inside before you freeze.”  

Never once letting go of her, you guided Larissa to your room, gesturing for her to sit down on your bed. You brought out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and asked her to change while you went to tell Morticia you found her.  

“Morticia!” you found Morticia in the dining hall, still searching frantically, “I found her. She’s up in my room now.” 

“Is she okay?” even in the dim lighting you could clearly see the concern in Morticia’s dark eyes. 

“She almost wasn’t,” you said sadly, “I had to knock them out of her hand . . . They spilled all over the quad.” 

“I’ll get them picked up . . . Should we tell the Headmistress?” 

“No.” you shook your head vigorously, “If we tell the Headmistress she’ll tell Larissa’s dad and we both know how well that’ll end . . . He thought she didn’t need the pills in the first place, if he’s told that she tried to OD with them he won’t get her refills and she still needs those pills . . . I’m gonna keep her with me for tonight, see if I can do anything to help her . . .” 

“So, are we gonna just pretend she didn’t just try and kill herself?” Morticia asked with a hint of sarcasm, “We need to get an adult involved.” 

“I’m twenty, technically I am an adult. Until she gets bad again we won’t say anything to the Headmistress . . . Once you pick up the pills you need to find Yoko and see if she can name the boys that did this to her . . . If she can give you names let me know and I’ll take care of them tomorrow.” 

“ . . . Okay . . .” 

With a grateful nod to Morticia you turned on your heel, sneaking back up to your room.  

Entering your room you were relieved to find Larissa exactly where you had left her, staring at herself in the mirror. She’d taken her hair down and had changed, only she’d managed to find a pair of your sweatpants and had put those on instead of the shorts, though they just barely fit her long legs.  

“Hey,” you said, coming up behind her and snaking your hands around her waist, hugging her to you, “Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“The usual.” Larissa said coldly, “Only this time they threw stones at me, surrounded me, shoved me to the ground . . . One of them slapped me and grabbed me . . .” 

“What did they say to you?” 

“Called me a freak; like that’s something new.” Larissa scoffed, “Told me I didn’t belong here. Told me no one would ever love me . . .” 

That last sentence came out barely above a whisper as tears began slipping down her face again. 

“Ris . . .” 

You took her hand and gently pulled her over to your bed, pulling her down onto it with you. Hesitating for only a second you pressed your lips to hers, cupping her face in your hands. She kissed you back, her hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to her.  

“Can I show you?” you asked between kisses, “Can I show how much I love you? How beautiful I think you are?” 

“Yes, please yes.” Larissa whimpered against your lips.  

You pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, slowly removing her clothing and then yours, kissing every bit of skin you could reach, making sure to spend enough time kissing every scratch that covered her legs. You kissed up her legs then pressed a gentle kiss to her clit before lowering your tongue into her.  

“Yes, Y/n, yes! Just like that– Oh!” Larissa moaned, grabbing your hair and forcing you deeper into her as her legs wrapped around your head.  

You smirked against her core, increasing your pace as you became addicted to her. Everything about Larissa drove you crazy, now you had something else to add to the list.  

“Y–Y/n can I–?” "Cum for me, Ris.” you whispered before inserting your tongue into her again, allowing her cum to flood your mouth. You moaned at her taste, licking her clean before moving up to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on your lips as you gently grabbed her, flipping the two of you around so you were both sitting on the edge of your bed with her ass against your front. 

“I love you so much, Ris.” you whispered, sliding your hand down her body and inserting a finger into her dripping cunt as you planted kisses along her jaw, “So, so much . . .” 

Larissa whimpered, instinctively bucking her hips into your hand as you added a second finger, increasing your pace and intensity.  She cried and mewled as you worked her pussy, grasping the sheets and grinding her head back against your shoulder.  

“Y/n– Y/n please– Please, can I–?”  

Larissa let out a high pitched moan as you inserted a third finger, smirking as you whispered, “Cum for me, baby,” into her ear. With a guttural moan, Larrisa came, her juices coating your fingers and her thighs.  

Helping her down from her high, you removed your fingers and let her suck them clean before moving to lick the cum from her thighs, crawling into bed next to her when you’d finished.  

“You are absolutely stunning. Understand?” you whispered, toying with her hair. Larissa nodded, pressing close to you as you turned the lights off with a snap of your fingers, “Those boys’ll get what’s coming to them, I promise . . . For now, get some rest, Ris. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[brittscafe]

Mayuri, szayel and aizen (seperately ) x fem reader who is like morticia addams

Maybe they are her Gomez 🥺

Fluff and nsfw plz

Yesss so cute 😭

Mayuri: You're most definitely more well-mannered than Mayuri is and you try to teach him your ways. He has no problem blurting out with his rude ways, but you're always there to put him in his place. Always holding his hand and squeezing it just a little too tight when he says something out of place.

During your most intimate, special moments is where things get interesting. You'll allow Mayuri to experiment with things in the bedroom, but you have very clear rules. If Mayuri decides to break one of those rules, he's definitely punished...👀

Szayel: He loves that you're both alike. The two of you are super protective over each other. He gushes on the inside when he's super excited to show you one of his experiments and you tell him how proud of him you are.

He's definitely a sub in the bedroom and he doesn't mind being told what to do. He loves it when you call him good boy as you're stroking his cock. Szayel will whimper and squirm as you're pleasing him with a grin on your face.

Aizen: Literally worships the ground you walk on. Although, he's used to being the on top and in charge, he will bow down to you. You always wear a deadpan expression on your face, so Aizen has to make sure that you're okay.

Although you might be dominant in your relationship, Aizen won't let you be dominant in the bedroom. He has no problem putting you in your place and showing you who's boss.

[97keanu]

Dave Lizewski x Vampire!Reader

Premise: Dave finally finds the courage to go to an underground goth bar he found while scouring internet forums on how to pick up a goth girlfriend. What he doesn't realize is he may have found more than what he bargained for.

Tags/CW: nerdy!Dave, loser!Dave, Goth!Reader, Vampire!Reader, blood, drinking blood, bathroom sex, p in v, semi public sex, oral, virgin!Dave, Dom/switch!Reader, Sub!Dave.

Dave has always had a thing for goth girls, he hates to admit how much he wishes he had a one for a girlfriend in particular. He knows he's too nerdy for anyone as dark and suave as he fantasizes for. They would never be attracted to him. It's not like he could bring one back to his room either. Not with the posters of Elvira, Morticia, Raven from Teen Titans, and Abby Sciuto (he only watched NCIS for her.) that hung across his bedroom walls. And if it wasn't for that, the rest of his nerdy figurines and extensive comic book collection was sure to run them off. Dave was way too much of a Certified Virgin, as his friends called him, to pull a goth girl on his own.

So, he decided to try a different method. He searched the internet, his one true social outlet, looking for the most authentic goth bar New York City had to offer. Then he went in search of the best goth clothes he could find without looking like a total poser. He sprang for a thrift store black dress shirt and black skinny jeans. He contemplated whether or not he should ditch the studded belt(he bought it just in case.), and then he delved into goth bands and culture so he would have something to talk about.

That's how he ended up here, at an abandoned church that had had a red and black macabre makeover. Still, even with the pulsing music and plenty of goth men and women to choose from, Dave found himself a wallflower next to a fake, hung up skeleton. He could hardly talk to the skeleton, so he sat there like a dork, phone in his hands, and a sprite in his glass since he was only 18 and he didn't have the balls for a fake I.D.

That was, until, you caught sight of him from across the dancefloor. You with your midnight hair, dramatic make up, and lovely black lips. You smelled Dave's delicious blood as soon as you walked in. Now all you needed to do was reel him in. You danced hypnotically through the crowd, and soon enough, Dave glanced up and caught sight of you. Of course he laughed nervously to himself when you caught his gaze, and you could tell by his thought of "Did she really just look at me?" that he would be an easy prey. You could also tell by his basic "goth" attire he wasn't a regular. You were intrigued by such a nerdy little human...

You work your way closer, and Dave shifts nervously, unable to get his mind working for what he's supposed to do. He takes in your gorgeous body, your corsetted waist making your hips look so tantalizing, your hands moving to the music, bell sleeves whipping slowly with them. What made Dave shiver was your red contacts and pearly fangs. Of course, you were one of those vampire obsessed goths. He had to admit, that was a fantasy that turned him on most. He knew it would never be real, but even the idea of roleplaying with someone about his vampire fantasy had his cock aching. Still, he had never seen someone with such a convincing costume.

Before he could question it more, you were already before him, taking his sprite and setting it on a nearby ledge.

"Hey cutie, let's dance!" You smile, and your fangs glint in the flashing lights. You know this boy will never guess that they're actually real, and somehow that makes it so much better.

"R-really?" Dave can barely utter back before you're nodding and pulling him into the crowd.

The speakers blare Depeche Mode and for a second Dave wonders if it's you that's his "Own Personal Jesus". You truly came from nowhere, like an angel in black, and saved this night from being the most pathetic, stupid thing he's done to try to get a date. You can feel the relief wash over him as you find a spot where you two can really dance.

The music guides you, and Dave tries to keep up, his hands never knowing where to go. You place them firmly on your hips and wait for him to glide them where he sees fit, and you have to laugh a little when he nervously waits, a smile that's wholly pleased and confused on his face. You move his hands once again, letting them glide over black velvet and lace slowly until he has a hand full of your ass. Now, he can't help but squeeze, his mind reeling from the fact that he's touching such a lovely creature of the night and her soft, plump ass.

After that, Dave gets the memo, taking you grinding into his cock in stride, his care about other people fading as the dance floor becomes just you and him. The dark lighting and crowd made it so easy for him to let loose, and soon enough he's taking his hands to places he never thought he would get with a girl.

He's blushing so hard, but his grin and the adrenaline are taking over. For once, he's actually starting to feel like he fits in somewhere. Maybe goths do have the right idea...

You, on the other hand, can hear all his horny thoughts about you. You love how much he desires you, and you think it's cute how badly he wishes he could bend you over and fuck you right here. You also hear how much he feels like he truly fits in, and for a moment, you feel bad that a part of you just wants his blood.

You continue dancing and hearing his thoughts, and you decide that if you're going to satisfy your own hunger tonight, you might as well satisfy a part of Dave's hunger as well. Besides, it's not like you just picked him because he smelled so tasty. You really did have a thing for nerdy boys, and based on how hard he is in those black skinny jeans, you think he'll satisfy you more than enough.

You turn to him, your red eyes gleaming and soft.

"I want you." You say plainly, and Dave doesn't even realize you used your vampiric powers so that he could hear you so clearly in his head.

All Dave can do is nod along, helpless to your temptation. You're surprised you didn't even have to use any mind tricks to get him to go with you. He's so horny and helpless to a woman like you, that he happily comes when you tell him to follow.

This church is your typical hunting grounds, so you know exactly where to take him. You leave the sweaty, writhing crowd and head to a more private, single stall bathroom. Dave looks at you with puppy love eyes, and you feel that pang of guilt once more. You lead him inside, locking the two of you in, the yellow fluorescents not doing much to hide who you truly are.

Dave is just so happy a girl would give him any attention that he's more than willing to be here with you. The music is muffled by the walls of the bathroom, so you lean in and whisper.

"I want you to fuck me, Dave..." He looks at you with a soft smile, but a confused brow.

"How did you know my name was Dave?" Ah, you forgot you had gotten that tidbit out of his head.

No matter, your hands run down the buttons of his shirt, and you smile softly.

"You told me, remember?" And suddenly, even though Dave truly does not remember, he doesn't care.

He doesn't care because a sexy girl is slowly unbuttoning his shirt and allowing him to keep his hands gripped to her ass. You could have told him his name was anything and he would have agreed, he wants you that badly.

You undo his shirt, surprised to find a well defined body under there. He may be nerdy, but it seems like he's done some working out at least. You trail a red tipped nail down his chest until you meet his pants, pulling teasingly on the waist band with a smile.

"W-wait..." Dave says and you look up, curious.

"I just um..." He starts, and moves his glasses nervously. "This is my uh, first time and I guess I just had certain ideas about what would h-happen..."

You nod, listening, and you're surprised by yourself. You really must kind of like this nerd. Usually you would already be halfway done with dinner, but for some reason, tonight you decide to take your time.

"And how would you like to start...?" You say, softly playing with one of his curls, looking at him with understanding.

"I um...I always imagined that I would..." You see the idea in his mind before he says it and smile. "I would take care of you first..."

You're starting to really like this guy. The fact that he's not even worried about where or how it happens, just that he gets you off first has your pussy throbbing.

"We can make that happen." You pull him seductively over to the counter by the sink, hopping on and pulling him down to his knees. He is more than happy to do so, and you pull your skirt up to reveal your lack of panties. Dave let's out a nervous breath.

"Oh w-wow..." He pushes his glasses back up once more. "You came prepared..."

"Mhm..." You sigh out, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, as if to say, "Yes and?".

He's wanted this for so long, studied so hard on forums online for how to properly eat a girl out, and now here's his big shot, with only thee hottest girl in this club. Shit...He better do a good job.

He wastes no more time, pulling you close and letting you put your legs over his shoulders. You happily welcome that mess of curls between your legs, and Dave has you perfectly propped on the corner of the counter. He is already being overtaken by how badly he wants to please you, his tongue getting to work on your pussy.

He starts by lapping up all of it greedily, and to your surprise, not for the first time this night, he's actually really good at it. Maybe you will keep him around for a bit longer...

He plays with you, sucking and teasing before finally getting fed up with his foggy glasses and tossing them on the counter. Now, to get to the real work.

He slowly begins to place two fingers inside of you, and you are more than ready. You're already wetter than you thought you would be, and you begin to wonder who's seducing who. It makes it all the better that you can hear and sense how horny Dave is for this, he is already so drunk off your pussy, tasting every bit of you and fucking you just right with his fingers. For a virgin, he's so good at this.

You take a handful of his curls and pull him in deeper. He moans into you, more than happy to let you take control and use him up. He sucks on your clit, driving you mad with attention there, and hitting that perfect spot inside you with his fingers. Fuck...you might just cum that quickly. How did this dork make you this horny so soon...?

You go with it, feeling yourself clench around his fingers, looking down and seeing those lovely, desperate blue eyes looking up at you. You love how badly he wants this, and you feel so close already.

"Please..." He whispers between breathes and licks. "Cum on my face..."

The fact that he's asking for it sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself unwinding. You pull him in deeply, finishing and shaking with Dave between your thighs. You can hardly stop your legs from closing on his head he makes you cum so hard.

And when you're done, you slowly let him up, his mouth wet from you, his eyes dazed and happy. You look down and see how hard his cock is struggling against those jeans and smile.

"Fuck me, I need your cock inside of me, now..." You command him softly, knowing you only need to ask.

Dave happily unbuttons his jeans, pulling his cock out and leaving the rest on. He gives himself a few pumps just to test, but he's already so fucking hard. His mind feels like melting when he thinks about how good his cock will feel inside of you. He doesn't go right for it, no.

He kisses you. And you're surprised by how badly he wants more than just a fuck. You can hear his thoughts, and can tell how much he needed this, this connection. He slips in tongue in your mouth while you pull him close enough to slip his cock in your cunt. He breathes out a shaky breath, taking it slow. He's already so overstimulated he thinks he may cum just from putting it in.

Dave let's his cock rest so deeply inside you, filling you to the brim. You find yourself moaning into his mouth, his tongue sliding over one of your fangs. He pulls back, looking at you for a moment. "Were those really that sharp?" He thinks, and you pull him back in, before he can think on it too deeply.

He goes with it, taking your kiss and letting you run them down his neck. As you begin to suck there playfully, he groans from how good it feels. He slowly begins to pump his cock inside of you, testing how much he can take so he doesn't blow his load too quickly. He breathes out shallow, heavy breaths from how much he wants to bury his cock in you and fill you up. His brow scrunches up as he wills himself to last longer, and you shutter from how full he's making you.

You almost forget what you're actually here to do. As he continues, and begins to get so close he can barely take it, you decide then to sink your fangs into his neck. Dave cries out, both from the pleasure and pain, and he can't help but buck into you hard, going deeper than you even thought possible, filling you up with his hot, sticky cum.

You drink deeply, and Dave feels as if he can't stop cumming. The bite is so delicious for you both, and he makes no moves to stop you. Instead, he finds himself holding you closer, wanting you deeper and to be deeper in you. It feels so good he doesn't notice when he starts to get light headed.

But you do. And you have to force yourself to pull your fangs from his neck, lapping at the wound until it heals.

"What...what did you do to me..." Dave says, sleepily.

"Here..." You bite your own wrist, blood dripping down slowly.

"What...?" Dave is confused, but not protesting. You give him a look, and he opens his mouth. He figures this must just be apart of goth culture he didn't read about.

He takes your blood in stride, sucking until you tell him to stop. And even after, he wants more.

"What...are you...?" He says, his face relaxed and his eyes heavy with afterglow.

"I think you know." And he does. He nods, and you help him get cleaned up.

"What do we do now?" He asks so sweetly when you're finished. And you already know that you've decided it.

You want him, and he is now yours. You explain it to him. You will let him go about his daily life, but when he feels the call of your blood inside of him, then he must come and let you feed like tonight. In return, of course, you let him know that you will let him fuck you as much as he desires. Dave is more than happy about that arrangement, a heavy after-sex grin on his face. You're happy to have a steady meal that you don't hate and a fat cock to sit on when you feel like it. What a cute blood doll you've acquired...

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

If Morticia would be a bottom she would absolutely be the most fucking bratty bottom that there is and she would absolutely loved to be spanked, I mean...holy shit.

Could you do a BrattyBottom!Morticia x Top!Fem!Reader where Morticia has been a brat all day and finally gets punished with aftercare?

(Spanking, strap and daddy kink)

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request! YES just YES. Hope you enjoy 😉 Disregarding majority of the canon plot for this one…

Hand on Your Neck ~BrattyBottom!Morticia xFem teacher!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, bratty bottom, spanking, strap fucking, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, implied chocking kink, etc.

Longer Fic

Enjoy (;

You and your wife, Morticia, both worked at Nevermore.

She taught witchcraft and divination and you taught outcast history.

And today…

She had been really testing you.

First off, Morticia’s outfit choice of the day was incredibly innapropriate for anyone else to see but you.

She kept making lingering touches and passes at you all day, in front of students.

Then, she had been whispering questionable and quite bratty things to you all day.

“Behave.” you had gritted out during lunch.

“Or what, you’ll spank me, Daddy?” Morticia had spat back into your ear.

“Oh just you wait…” you purred.

Later that evening, Morticia came into your shared quarters.

She loudly sighed.

“What is it, slut?” you purred out, while continuing to read your book.

The nickname sent chills throughout Morticia’s spine.

“Touch me?” Morticia asked you with a pouty look on her face.

You chuckled, “No. You’ve been too much of a brat today to have earned any release…”

She whined.

“Then I’ll just have to do it myself.” Morticia huffed.

“Don’t you dare, brat.” You sneered, looking up from your book, meeting her hungry, lustful, grinning face.

“You want my attention? Fine. Bend over. On my lap.” You ordered.

She giggled, “But what if I don’t want to… What if I just want to cum?”

“Tish…” you threatingly purred, “Bend the fuck over. Right the fuck now. And I’ll fuck you so hard through the night, you’ll be spasmying from the uncontrollable orgasms…”

Morticia gulped.

She complied and bent over your lap, on the edge of the bed.

You easily lifted her way to short dress to reveal her black lace thong and dripping wet core.

Impatiently, Morticia thrusted her ass up to meet anything to get friction.

You tutted her off.

“Count. Stop or lose track and I restart.”

“Yes, Daddy…” Morticia groaned.

A smack landed on Morticia’s ass, courtesy of your hand, eliciting a whimper from Morticia.

“One…”

“One, what slut?” You jeered into her ear.

“One, Daddy…” Morticia groaned.

You hummed in response.

Whack!

“Two, Daddy…”

Smack!

“Fuck three, Daddy…!”

Crack!

“Four…, Daddy!” Morticia groaned, her ass getting redder with each smack on her ass.

Slap!

“Five, fuck… Daddy!”

Thwack!

“Six, God please, Daddy!” She mewled, her pussy getting more dripping wet with each smack on her ass.

Swat!

“Seven… please, Daddy…!” Morticia cried.

Crack!

“Eight… Daddy…” Her voice quivering.

Whack!

“Nine! Daddy…!” She cried out.

“One more, baby… One more for Daddy, k?” You purred. She nodded lightly with a whimper.

Smack!

“Ten, Daddy!” Morticia screamed, with her red ass meeting your hand one last time.

You then soothed her red flesh with your hand, “You did so good for Daddy, baby…” you cooed.

“Fuck me…?” Morticia whimpered.

You hummed in reponse.

“Get on the bed and strip.” you told her.

She obediently followed, while you stripped your own clothes off and grabbed your favorite black strap. You fastened it onto yourself, as Morticia watched with growing, hungry eyes.

“You want Daddy to fuck you?” You tauntingly asked.

She eagerly nodded.

You came up over her on the bed.

“Then beg, sweet slut. Beg Daddy to fuck you into tomorrow…” you purred.

Morticia mewled.

“Please GOD Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard, please!!” Morticia begged.

You smirked.

“Turn over.”

Morticia’s face dropped.

“You want to me a brat?” You purred into her ear, “Brats get bitch fucked…”

Morticia’s eyes widened and she gulped again.

But she followed your instruction. Silently in fact.

She stuck her ass out to you and you aligned your plastic dick with her soaking hole.

Without warning, you thrusted into her from behind, elciting a cry from deep within Morticia’s throat.

You began to pound into her at a ruthless pace, making Morticia mewl, cry out, and moan curses, your name, and Daddy over and over and over…

It came to the point where her cries weren’t even coherent sentences anymore.

“Hmmm? What was that, slut?” You taunted.

Morticia cried out, “Fuck! Shit…! Please…!!”

You chuckled, “That’s it. Take Daddy’s strap like a good whore.”

Morticia’s eyes rolled back for her upteenth high of the night, her screams filling the rooms.

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The next morning you awoke with Morticia in your arms asleep.

You smirked at her peaceful form.

“Enjoy watching me sleep, do you?” She remarked.

You chuckled.

“Get dressed, will ya? We don’t want to be late for breakfast now do we?” You cooed.

Morticia hummed and went to get up, but her legs immediately collapsed with a wobble and she fell onto the ground.

You couldn’t contain you laughter.

“Haha, very funny.” Morticia mockingly grinned.

“Oh just look at your neck…” you got out through your laughs.

Morticia made her way to the mirror, only to notice a massive hand print on her neck, a reminder of last nights activities.

She almost moaned at the sight.

“Oh I’m not covering this up love… Everyone will get to see what Daddy did to me last night…” Morticia purred, with that bratty twinkle in her eye.

[missnancychavez]

Wednesday x Xavier Headcanons

She's the Dom, he's the sub. No questions asked

Despite being the dom, Wednesday is the little spoon. She thinks Xavier is a quite comfortable pillow.

She'll let him braid her hair. He loves when she plays with his, though she only does it when it's the two of them alone.

Gomez and Morticia love him. So does Pugsly. Fester thinks he is the shit, and wants him to paint his portrait. Xavier obviously agrees.

Wednesday doesn't really say "I love you" all that often (twice, she's said it twice) but will often write him letters, ending them with, deine liebe (your love) because clearly German is the most romantic language.

Their first date is watching horror movies on her balcony, while Enid is with Ajax for the night. Her pick is The Hills Have Eyes; his is Dirty Dancing.

Xavier is super protective of her. After Thornhill and the Hyde, the arrow to her shoulder, and then the stalker almost killing her; he freaks out anytime she shows the slightest indication of pain, especially if she is bleeding. She acts annoyed, but deep, deep down, it makes her feel something... safe.

^ This one is getting a story attached, eventually ^

Gomez and Morticia insist that Xavier calls them mom and dad. They don't take no for an answer.

Wednesday is surprisingly physically affectionate, in the most subtle of ways. She's always holding his hand or standing directly in front of him, her back pressed against his front, his hand on the small of her back.

He calls her 'love' and 'Wendy'. She thinks pet names are juvenile. But on occasion she'd slip and call him 'mi cuervo' (my raven)

They are both super competitive, but he loves the way she sends him a miniscule smug grin when she wins, so he's loses on purpose.

She is his muse. She is secretly proud of that fact.

[v3nusxsky]

Can you do a fic where Larissa and r hate each other and they don't get along well. And after a few months r catches Larissa pleasing herself and moaning r's name. (Prompt 27. "If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower!?"). And may it be smut filled please. I love your work and keep it up. I'm proud of you dear. I love your work.

Thin Line 18+

*Authors note~my attempt at enemies to lovers and I know the requestee had been waiting for a little while now so here it is lovely*

Trigger warnings~ masturbation, sex you'd mentioned r has a dick idiots who want eachother but don't believe the other wants them degrading dom r daddy r sub Larissa throat fucking

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You and Larissa always had to one up each other. You couldn't help but find her a worthy challenge, she's beautiful and stunning but extremely uptight. But Larissa found you infuriating because you were more down to earth and willing to take more risks. You were still bright and beautiful in your own right but but your confidence was overwhelming. But it doesn't mean that you weren't a lovely person because you were, and Larissa knew that from the glowing feedback from other staff members, Larissa couldn't help but think maybe she's being too harsh on you. Perhaps it was fear, knowing she was attracted to you left her vulnerable and that was not something Larissa wanted to be feeling.

That all said, she couldn't shake the attraction she felt for you, she'd tried, but nothing worked. She always wound up the same way, legs spread as she worked her favourite toy in and out of her soaked cunt, your name tumbling from her ruby red lips as she came. As frustrating and embarrassing as it was, Larissa just couldn't seem to get to the same pleasure by thinking of anyone else, no supermodel, no celebrity and even Morticia had never had the blonde cumming that hard like you do. It had gotten bad for the blonde recently, with the whispers running through the staff that you happened to be extremely gifted, her thoughts began to wonder to a new heightened level.

You hated having to do this after hours, but you needed the principal to sign off on one of your planned experiments, you knew she'd be sat at her desk, a glass of red wine perched delicately in her long slender fingers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. You'd have one hell of a problem to sort out, maybe that's why you were so cocky around her, a cover up. You couldn't allow her to know she was your very own drug. One you would never wanna quit, but you'd not even really had a full taste yet.

That's when you heard it. A breathily whimper of your name. You paused, surly you'd miss heard that. You had to be wrong. But there it was a again slightly louder than before. The running of water was drowning out your footsteps, that's how you slipped into her office and her adjoining bedroom with out her noticing you. You perched on her bed, leaning back on your arms confidently as you listed to your boss get herself off crying your name as she came.

To say Larissa Weems had the fright of her life would be the understatement of the century really. The woman she'd just fucked herself to thoughts of was currently sitting on her bed looking at her like she wanted to jump her bones there and then. It didn't take you long to advance to the older woman, her backing away and clutching her fluffy towel to her chest as she spluttered about how wrong this was. You hated each other!

"If you hate me so much then why were you moaning my name in the shower pretty thing?" You teased as her eyes widened before spotting the tent in your pants. "It's, um we can't- we shouldn't" she mumbled as her eyes stayed laser focused on your crotch. "If it's so wrong Larissa, why can't you tear your eyes away from the bulge you caused" you purred watching the blonde woman gulp.

You were ready to back away, to accept your feelings were unrequited and go back to your old ways. "Please" was all that she managed to whimper. "Knees now" you demanded as she sank to her knees trying to hold the towel to her body. "Lose the towel. God you can't even do something simple!" You watched as she self consciously let the towel fall to the floor. You stripped down to match her state, not wanting her to feel too out of place. The needy whine she let out when her eyes found your girthy long cock. The whispers were true.

"Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you gonna open your mouth like a slut and take it?" Before she could even make a sound you shoved the tip of your dick into her mouth. Her eyes widening in shock as you pushed inch by inch into her warm throat. Larissa slacked her jaw to take more of you in an attempt to hopefully soften your thrusts yet it only filed you with more fire. "Hate me such much, yet your on your knees sucking daddy off like a good little whore. Probably whoring yourself out to so many other people" you panted as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach. "Fuck take it like a good little cumslut" you whimpered as Larissa gagged around your shaft, droll dribbling down her chin as you finally came. Shooting hot thick cum down her throat, hands in her wet hair as you pushed yourself impossibly deeper. Only when you came down from the high did you remove your semi hard cock from her now slightly swollen lips and tugged her to her feet. "Still hate me hmm?" The blonde shook her head in shame, "never did but you are too cocky and arrogant."

If only she knew what she'd just done. "Hands and knees on the bed pet" was all you offered as the blonde wordlessly complied. Without much warning you shoved your semi hard cock into her leaking folds which caused her to let out an almost pornographic moan, “fuck too much” she whined causing you to scoop her hair into a make shift ponytail and tilt her head back. “Fucking take it bitch”you almost growled before pushing further into her tight little hole with a harsh smack to her ass. “Daddy!” She squealed. “That’s right, you’re daddy’s bitch. Fuck I wanna see you as you cum all over my dick” you panted slipping out of her long enough to flip her on her back and return to pounding onto her cunt. The delicious sounds of skin on skin and her soaking cunt filled the room, her boobs bounced with every single thrust as she whimpered and whined for more.

Slowly you slipped a hand to wrap around her pretty little throat, applying a light pressure to hopefully add to her pleasure. “Does my sweet slut like daddy’s hand being her necklace” you taunted never stopping your ruthless pounding, “nothing but a mere dumb fuck toy for daddy. You don’t need to breathe baby, not when you’re just pretty holes for daddy to fuck. That sinful throat, mouthwatering tits and this pretty pussy is mine. And that ass, fuck, it’s mine too. I’ll fuck it so good next time. Be a doll and cum.”

That was all it took for Larissa to see stars. The orgasm she’d brought herself to earlier that night paled in comparison to what you gave her. The poor woman was fucked so well that before you managed to cum shepassed out immediately causing you to stop. Consent wasn’t there anymore and you cared for her way too much to hurt her in such a way. So you immediately covered her body with the bedsheet and came to settle next to her. Painfully hard but that didn’t matter. When Larissa roused back to the land of living she immediately called for you, “I’m here Ris.” Only then did it all make sense. And upon sporting your still raging hard on she felt her heart flutter. You stopped when she passed out. “Thank you” she murmured and you nodded in a sign or respect, “of course Rissa, it’s true what they say there’s a thin line between love and hate. I crossed that ages ago.” So yes you maybe painfully hard but stopping was important. Not to say Larissa didn’t help you out after or that you two finally admitted feelings and even went public. All because you both walked that line together.

Word count| 1475

[biteofcherry]

What the Doms and subs at Ruby Garden dress as for Halloween?

ah, Ruby Garden on Halloween shenanigans

I once said Cherie would dress up as Dom!Ari and announce she's dressed as the scariest big monster 😂 I also can imagine her dressing up as some sort of pixie slash wicked fae. Obligatory with lots of sparkling glitter! 😆With wings on her back which Ari could grab when she tried to run away after mouthing off. I don't know what Ari would dress as up, but his shirt would undoubtedly be unbuttoned and slutty. Maybe he could be Oberon from Midsummer night's dream?

I'd love Darling in something sexy and beautiful, so she could feel stunning and hot - perhaps some elegant vampire lady or noir type femme fatale. Steve would match her accordingly (if she's a vamp, he's also a vamp, if she's femme fatale he's a fedora wearing mobster).

Perhaps predictable, but I like the classic theme of Red Riding Hood with two big bad wolves for Doe, Bucky and Curtis. They could also go as Red Hood, wolf and huntsman. It fits them and their kinks.

Andy doesn't mind the themes and costume parties, but he's not much into really dressing up himself. So he's gonna be Batman, but in a Bruce Wayne costume 😆 So a nice, expensive suit. And Birdie would be Catwoman - lots of lap worming, being petted, but also more reason to be a bit playful.

I think Lloyd would have fun dressing up, since he's wicked. I could see him in some type of devil costume, with horns and a pitchfork with which he could poke. If he's the devil, then Pumpkin is his caught angel, whom he'll get to torture as he pleases. Though I can also see him dressed up as Gomez Addams and have Pumpkin be Morticia.

See Nick totally surprise Bonbon and melt her heart by getting them high quality, beautiful regency costumes, so they can go as Anthony and Kate from Bridgerton, or Mr Darcy and Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice, because he noticed she loves those books and movies.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Upcoming Works

based on requests I’ve received :) in no particular order

Tate Langdon

* Tate begs for you back even if that means you have to punish him - so he gets spanked

* Sleepy sex

* Riding Subby Tate’s face

* Pregnant reader, mommy kink

* Tate comforts you after you have a fight with your dad

* Tate has been a tease all day and deserves to be punished

Kyle Spencer

* clingy frankenkyle gets jealous

* Frankenkyle smut

Kai Anderson

* obsessive/stalker Kai angst

* Ghost face!kai smut

* Kai thinks you’re the mole angst

* Pre cult Kai is needy, he’s never had sex

* Chasing kink - tag you’re it

* Kai confesses his love for you fluff

* Cult Kai gets a lapdance and you ask him not to touch

* You lose!

* Reader gets hurt while out with the cult fluff

* You dominate the relationship smut

James Patrick March

* Morticia and Gomez

* Y/N teaches James how to use a phone

* James gets caught cheating- so reader gets revenge and James doesn’t like that.

* Dominating JPM

* I wanna be yours

* Pacify her

* James protects you from the dangers in the hotel because he’s taken by you

Kit Walker

* 40 Lashes part 2 - reader confronts kit on why he always takes the blame for her

* He dominates

* Sub kit who gets vocal / uses safe word

Jimmy Darling

* Lovers rock

* You masturbate in front of him and he can’t touch you

* Reader goes to a Tupperware party and becomes infatuated with him

Evan Peters

* dad!evan

* Reader dresses up to get evans attention

* He’s usually vanilla - but today he’s tired and angry and he takes it out on you

* Flustered Part 2 - the confrontation

* How evan supports you during pregnancy / HC

* Celebrity reader has a crush on Evan

* Reader and Evan oh AHS cast smut

* Evan dates a country girl

Warren Lipka

* daddy kink

Michael Langdon

* bdsm, leash, oral, puppy

* He’s pissed off and he scares you, so he calms down and comforts you

Peter Maximoff

* waking him up with a BJ

* Edging Peter

* he jerks off during a call that gets heated

[macherkissed]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of Charles & Tiffany (poly), Gomez & Morticia (poly), Alice Liddell, and Nemesis with an S/O who is shy, especially during sex.

Hell yea borther! This is the first time I've written Alice in NSFW, so that may suck, and the first time in a while I've written for Nemmie. I also have a fever and can barely see straight but I got a new keyboard and had to type

How They React to a Shy S/O

Notes/Warnings: GN!Reader, Smut, Polyamory, Shy!Reader, Tiff kind of babies you but she's just like that, mentions of murder and violence, mild-to-moderate dom/sub and sadism, light choking(very brief), mention of virginity loss (Alice), possessive behaviour, Exophilia

Charles Lee Ray and Tiffany Valentine

They certainly are a mixed bag

Chucky will tease you and purposefully try to get you out of your comfort zone, both to get you out of your shell and to get an embarrassed reaction from you. he finds it funny to make you uncomfortable

if you seriously tell him to, however, he will always stop and try to make it up to you.

Tiffany will defend you against Chucky's torment, of course, but she'll verbally tease you about how sweet and cute you are, she'll squish your cheeks and sometimes babytalk you

She'd do that anyway but it makes her giggle to see your reactions

Tiff will also try and guide you into situations you're not comfortable in, but as more of a helping hand and will stick by you

Should anyone else try and tease you or pressure you in any way, they'll both instantly be ready to throw hands. Whoever gets there first is the intimidator, the other only stepping in if they don't get the message.

Charles has been down to kill someone who made you upset and uncomfortable, more than once, and you have to talk him down since Tiff never seems to want to (because she wants to kill them too, but she's internally simmering while Charles is raging)

They have both killed at least three people who were shitty to you, but they'd never tell.

NSFW

Charles likes to be given lap dances and stripteases, regardless of how shy you are. He might even enjoy it more if you're shy; nervously showing yourself off to him, being unsure of your movements, looking to him for guidance. It's exciting to him, part of his sadistic streak

Tiff, meanwhile, thinks it's adorably sexy when you're nervous during sex and will coo at you to make you flush even more, and encourage you to be louder or show off more

If you keep your eyes closed or your face hidden during sex, both of them are the type to try and coax you out of it: Chucky by pinning your hands down and stopping until you look him in the eye, and Tiff by softly asking to see your pretty face until she gets impatient and puts her hand around your throat, growling at you to listen to her

When the two of them get together to tease you? Oof. Tiff may not outwardly seem it but, as seen before, she's just as sadistic as Charles and he only encourages her when they team up

If you get out of your shell even slightly and take any form of control in the bedroom, Charles lets out a low chuckle and will either sit back and enjoy it or try and egg you on to do more (brat taming Chucky???????). Tiffany, meanwhile, is instantly all for it and will play into anything you want with hearts in her eyes.

Sometimes, Charles will prefer to watch you and Tiff together, throwing comments to encourage and fluster you.

Gomez and Morticia Addams

It's easy to be overshadowed as the third in this relationship, with Gomez's full eccentric personality and Morticia's magnetic aura drawing all attention to them, but being shy makes fading into the background easier.

At any point, especially during parties, you can be swept up into a dance by either or both of them to catch people's eyes, both showering you in compliments; "How beautiful you look in the moonlight, my budding thorn." "Cara, nobody can take their eyes from you and Gomez. You move like an enchantment together."

Gomez will see you looking uncomfortable in the crowd so will slide up beside you, take and kiss your hand, and twirl you into a dance until you forget everyone around you, especially when he spins you into Morticia

With Gomez's intense affection, constant kissing and flirting, you can easily get flustered. He will stop if it gets too much, but he says you look so gorgeous when you get shy on him. Morticia is less frantic with her affection, but her words are just as poetic and teasing

They encourage you out of your comfort zone, as does the rest of the family, saying the fear helps you grow and will disappear eventually, but nobody will push you too far

When you start talking passionately about something, they'll both watch you with unfettered joy and love, only chiming in to encourage you to carry on even if it's not something they like

NSFW

They are obviously not the most vanilla couple ever, and one of their newfound pleasures if trying to make you express yourself sexually.

If you're shy about a specific part of sex or even intimacy, they are both very open to conversation and have an extensive library

They'll set the mood and try as much as possible to make you comfortable, with slow flirting through the day and gradual foreplay, and will be fine to pause or stop at any point

They love any noise you let out so will encourage you to be louder and 'sing' for them, using every trick and pleasure point of yours to bring out the most of you

If you feel uncomfortable with anything, they'll understand and either stop or adapt; if you prefer to keep your eyes closed or don't want them to see you, they will turn the lights off and they have blindfolds aplenty; if you want to keep covered up, they'll delight in seeing how much they can do while keeping you dressed up for them; any places you'd rather they not touch are avoided as such

To try and boost your confidence, you know that Gomez will worship your body with his words and hands and mouth until you're trembling, literally waxing lyrical about everything he loves about you (which is everything). Tish, meanwhile, will slowly dress you up and point out everything dark and delicious about you while teasing touches over your body

If you decide to try out any form of taking control, vanilla or otherwise, they are both very eager. Tish is her usual form of almost stoically appreciative, purring at you that you're doing amazing and she loves seeing this side of you. Gomez is more openly excited, complimenting you at every turn and repeating how he's yours to do with as you please, tesoro

Alice Liddell

Alice is quite blunt post-asylum, post-Bumby, which is both a blessing and a curse for you

She'll stick up for you and encourage you to stand up for yourself, but tends to say it in a way that can make you feel back for being shy

It's not that she doesn't understand how you feel, she was a shy child and rarely spoke up even in the asylum, but she also keeps a few of those old words to heart

"Fight or Flight implies a permanent choice. Flight often means putting a fight off to another day." -It seems to be the one piece of advice Radcliffe gave that actually has served her well

Not to say that she's cold and unfeeling to your struggles. She's more than happy to lead you through situations you feel uncomfortable in, praising you with a smile and a kiss when you push yourself

If you push yourself too far and become drained or too nervous, she'll take you out of it and will tell you how proud she is of you

Even the slightest crack in your shell will make her smile and she'll encourage you to open up more, to talk about anything no matter how ridiculous it may seem

She is very much a "They asked for No Pickles' GF

NSFW

At first, she was just as shy as you were at the mere prospect of sex; you were her first after all. Unlike you, however, she soon became comfortable

She understands that you won't tend to initiate sex, even if you+'re needy, but she's also learned your tells

If she's feeling nice, she'll take pity on you and take you to bed, but if she isn't feeling nice then she'll give you the briefest and most teasing of touches, riling you up more and more until you use your word or, even better, act on it

If you take any control in the bedroom, even just by kissing her or touching her without being told to, she'll encourage that spark and hope that you gain more confidence to do more

She's just as blunt during sex as she is in general, and she's picked up a lot of dirty ideas and words that never fail to make you squirm

One of the ways she tries to get you to express yourself is by asking you to repeat words she's saying and refusing to do anything until you do

"Ask me to use my mouth on you, bunny. Ask nicely." "Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you. You sound so pretty." "If you want something, you have to tell me, love."

Nemesis

You're one of the research scientists working on him, making sure the virus is stable and that he understands his missions before they give him the Big S.T.A.R.S mission.

You've always been shy, even around your coworkers, so they choose you to be the one to go face-to-face with him; they think you won't be seen as much of a threat so less likely to trigger a violent reaction from him

They're right. Where other attempts have ended in death, Nemesis doesn't even raise a fist to you (he growls, but he always growls so he might have just been saying hello)

He's used to people being cautious and quiet around him so he thinks it's just that until he sees how you are around the other scientists. By that time, he sees you almost as a friend, as something small to protect, and thinks the shyness is fear.

He starts to step between you and the other researchers when he can tell you're getting nervous, and even starts pulling you away and over to him eventually.

People worry then that he's getting too attached to you so try to move you away, but he is having none of that

He isn't a conversationalist in the slightest. but he liked hearing you talk so he'll make literally no noise when you start talking so he can hear you better

He doesn't care how quiet you are or how awkward you think you are, he does not judge or stop you and that might even make you become more confident.

NSFW

It doesn't matter how hesitant you are about approaching sex, Nemmie can tell when you want him. He's very observant and has enhanced senses, so he will pull you close and touch you in ways that make you melt

It's easy for him to draw noises out of you. He uses every trick you've taught him, learns from every experience, exploits everything he can to make you tremble and squirm and whine until he's satisfied

When he notices you getting obviously shy or self-concious or anything during sex, he'll become single-minded to get your thoughts away from wherever they're taking you and make you focus on how he's making you feel.

If you'd prefer to do things for him, like go down on him or focus solely on his pleasure, then you have to say it because otherwise he'll easily turn the tables

If you decide to take control, you'll find he's quite malleable, almost submissive. He was made to take orders, after all, and you are one of the few people who has the ability to tell him what to do

No matter what, he loves having your attention on him, even if it is hesitant

[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...

[97ify]

♡ . . .⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ROCKSTAR!CHOSO! ❜

CHOSO KAMO x FEM READER ✶ .ᐟ

❝ choso kamo as your rockstar boyfriend. ❞

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❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ featuring : choso kamo !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ contents : MDNI. fluff . suggestive !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ requested by : @chosoguapo !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ song playing : slow down — chase atlantic !

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who makes sure that you're front and center at every single one of his gigs, never failing to stare at you the entire time, or mentioning the fact that you're there to the audience.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that will practice his songs at your apartment and ask for your opinion, completely entranced by anything and everything you have to offer, even if it's constructive criticism, he makes sure to listen to every word.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who enjoys helping you learn how to play the electric guitar if you don't know how. the glint that flickers in your eyes lighting up his entire day.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that shows you off anywhere you two go. you could be going to the store and he'd somehow make it all about you by mentioning to the fans that bombard you about how stunning you look that day, wearing whatever outfit your heart desired.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO is like the gomez to your morticia addams, quite literally kissing the very ground you walk on simply because he'd do anything, and i mean anything, for you. whatever you wanted, he'd have it before you could even ask because he'd immediately know exactly what you want.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who is a sub all the way, allowing you to take the lead in bed all the time. he goes absolutely insane for your dom side, whimpering and begging for you to do whatever you pleased with him, as long as you felt good he didn't care.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who will gladly let you ride his face and pull on his man buns any day, enjoying how you look towering over him.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that will sneak you into any conversation he’s having with anyone. it doesn’t matter the topic, he’ll bring you up regardless just to do so.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO is the light of your life, making sure that at the end of the day you are happy, no matter what.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who pays attention to little details about things you do. you love cooking? he’ll buy you your favorite chef’s cook book. you like sewing? he’ll make sure you’re fully stocked in all of the materials you need.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who centers every last one of his songs about you. whether it be your love, face, personality, body, intimacy. all of his lyricism comes from just the thought of you.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that loves when you ride him like you own him (which you basically do /hj) he absolutely dies for gripping your waist, nails curling into your skin from how great you make him feel.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who marks you up to make sure everyone and anyone that approaches you knows who you’re dating, even if you find it slightly embarrassing.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that whimpers and moans just for you, simply because you make him feel that good.

97IFY :: if you would like a part two, please do not be shy to ask through my inbox! i'm always happy to accept requests !!

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★★★𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 4: 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @lilfartbox1 @inlovewithgreta

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Knives, Smut, dom/sub dynamics, praise, Top Morticia/Bottom reader

Genre: Smut

A/n: Sorry this was so short!!

Word count: 0.8k

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Your eyes fill with excitement and lust as you glance over the shiny silver metal that twirled itself perfectly through your wife's slender and perfectly manicured hands.

The way this woman treated you was just so majestic, the way her raven hair would move with each graceful movement her body decided to make, the way her eyes sparkled with delight whenever it rained or whenever you gifted her a collection of beautiful stems for her to put in a vase in her kitchen.

But god was your sex hotter than you could ever imagine it being, you loved being under her control, she wasnt really a mean woman when dominant, as she truly did love you as much as she loved blood and darkness. But that also had to do with your relationship as dominant and submissive, you were a good girl for her, refusing to be bad and annoying Morticia. Morticia often just liked to have you service her in the bedroom along with taking control of your orgasms, and you had honestly never been more happy in a relationship.

That's why whenever Wendsday and Pugsley were out of the house, you couldnt help yourself but to just want her inside of you.

"Mistress...p-please...touch me..." You whispered with a pleasing tone, to which your wife wuickly slammed herself into you, her tounge sliding inside of your mouth as her way of overpowering you,

"C'mon mi buena niña...you can beg louder than that, be good and dont keep quiet for me~" Morticia smirked, sliding her knife up and down your body before slapping the flat side straight against your core, making you whimper loudly as to please the ravenette who was currently holding your body tightly with one hand with her other tracing your figure with her blade.

"Mi Reina~ Please don't be cruel~! You can feel how wet I am...!" You moaned, head tilting back as your legs trembled, your wrists pulling tightly against the black fluffy handcuffs that chained you up against the wall.

"Oh don't worry, no need to beg mi niña," The raven haired woman cooed, smiling as she licked her lips, "You're going to have such a good orgasm tonight...or as many as I want you to have..." She chuckled, pulling at your leash as you choked out another lewd sound from your throat.

Another soft cry left your lips, you knew she'd give you what you wanted, but you also loved to beg for her to touch you.

"Mmm...please...! Need you, need you so much," You begged, eyes holding a pleading nature as you began to slightly grind against the knife, to which Morticia quickly pulled it away and held it up to your neck.

"I thought I said there was no need to beg?" She asked, tilting her head as she continued to give you a loving yet sadistic gaze.

"You're right Mistress, I'm sorry," You quickly stuttered out, legs trembling from the aching heat that was built up in your sex.

Morticia smirked, and in just one careful move of her wrist, she sliced off your bralette and thong you had been wearing, leaving you completely exposed to your spouse.

"Bueana Nina..." She muttered with a hint of passion in her voice as she began to leave hickeys across your collarbone, moving her knife to slap once again against your aching cunt. "Now look at Mistress while she's fucking you,"

You obeyed quickly, staring directly into Morticia's eyes as she began to pump her fingers inside of you, shoving her knifes handle into her mouth so that it didnt fall while she fucked you.

Lewd moans left your body as Morticia grabbed her knife once again, using it to collect the juices that were falling from your core.

"Mi Reina~! It feels so good~!" You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approching you,

The ravenette only smirked in response, pumping her fingers endlessly in and out of your hole.

"C'mon baby, come for me," She smirked as you came undone in her arms.

The older woman looked at you with lovefilled eyes as she uncuffed your hands from the wall and applied some lotion to your wrists, holding the knife up to your mouth so that you could lick off all the cum you had spilled onto the blade.

You nodded silenly as your tounge slided up and down on the flat side of the blade before Mortica discarded it onto the floor, holding you in her arms as she hummed a soft lullaby for you to fall asleep to.

"I love you mi amor..." She smiled as she ran her fingers through your hair, continuing to hum a spanish lullaby that she always sung to you after you had made love with each other.