🕯️ Morticia & Gomez Synastry: Angelica Huston & Raul Julia
I’ve been curious about the synastry between Morticia and Gomez Addams, or rather, that of Angelica Huston and Raul Julia.
Boy, was I not surprised by the synastry I saw!!
Angelica is a Cancer Sun, Mars, Lilith, and Uranus. She is a high-key love witch, y’all.
Now, we don’t know Mr. Julia’s time of birth, but he too has a stacked water stellium with Sun, Moon, Mercury, and Lilith all in Pisces. This is a serious warlock, even if he didn’t know it.
These two dark, witchy stelliums make direct trines to one another, with Angelica’s stellium falling in her 7H of partnerships.
What’s more — and possibly more importantly — they both have early-degree Earth Venus placements in a less than one-degree exact trine.
I’ve said this before many, many times to clients:
having both Sun and Venus in the same element and in exact trine, like these two, is the ultimate romantic formula — especially in the water signs!!
Water, symbolized by the Cup suit in Tarot, rules over depth and matters of love. I believe water signs have the capacity to feel the deepest feelings of love possible.
The cherry on top for these two is the Jupiter–Jupiter exact conjunction in Aries, right on Angelica’s IC. Despite being born a decade apart, they are soul family who found comfort in each other’s fiery inner hearth.
Angelica has a Pisces North Node, meaning all of Raul’s Pisces goodness lights up her life path.
Star-crossed lovers without a shadow of a doubt.
While they may have never dated outside of their roles in The Addams Family, damn did it translate on screen. This is as good as it gets for synastry.
Unfortunately, she seems to have been drawn too much to her 5H of Taurus in partners — famously (and controversially) with Jack Nicholson and Ryan O’Neal. I think this is due to her triple Virgo influence, with Venus, Moon, and Saturn all in trine to this house.
But 5H isn’t necessarily long-term; it’s fling energy. I think Angelica has had a tough time with romance due to her Cancer stellium. Uranus in the 7H is making a T-square to Neptune and Jupiter, which creates confusion and sudden changes.
Sadly, Raul had one placement that could have prevented any romance — his Chiron in Cancer sits right on Angelica’s Sun.
Morticia and Gomez weren’t acting — they were channeling.
This kind of synastry doesn’t fade with time; it leaves a mark on the astral.
✨ Stay witchy, y’all — and happy Samhain. 🕯️
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Secret Devotion - A Morticia Addams x Larissa Weems fanfiction
Summer took Gomez Addams and left a silk-black absence where Morticia used to breathe. To remember how to breathe, she returns to the only place it ever came easy—Nevermore Academy, where Larissa makes breathing feel like coming home. They were once roommates, almost more, and once—only once—someone lied to protect the other.
As Wednesday investigates the death of her father, small, careful signs appear where no one should leave them. To survive what’s coming, Morticia and Larissa must unearth what they kept, and speak what they never dared to say.
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↠ The story is partially post canon (this story takes place after season 1, season 2 is not included) but I have altered a few storylines (from season 1) in order to write this story the way I want to write it ↞
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↠ Morissa manips on the book cover by divergentmisfit on Tumblr ↞
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗔𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗢𝟯!
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Hi! I’m Naomi and I am from The Netherlands. I have been writing fanfiction for over two years now and I'm absolutely loving it.
This is my 3rd fanfiction and I am VERY excited to share this particular one with you all. This ones for all the Morissa/Larticia fans out there, thank you so much for being here 🖤
If you are interested and want to check it out, just search my name CliffrdsHaze on Wattpad and/or AO3 and you should be able to find this story.
Song: Last Kiss (Taylor's Version) – Taylor Swift
Summary: In the fight against Joseph Crackstone and in addition Laurel Gates, R gets injured. Wednesday and R technically go on a date.
Warnings: Blood, Death, Fluff (technically), Grave Digging
Requested by: Myself 🖤
Words: 5.4k
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Wednesday had placed herself in front of the arrow being sent back in Xavier’s direction. She braced herself for the impact, hearing the sound clearly, a gasp as the arrow embedded itself into flesh, but she didn’t feel an ounce of pain. She watched almost as if in slow motion as you were sent tumbling towards the ground, the arrow now protruding from your shoulder.
“Y/N!” She didn’t even hesitate as she quickly kneeled beside you, dropping her sabre in the process. She was confused about why you were there to begin with, you were meant to be with Thing and Enid, taking care of the Hyde. She should’ve guessed that you wouldn’t listen to her instructions, you never did.
You gasped for air as you glanced at the arrow lodged in your shoulder, before tilting your head up to look towards Wednesday, feeling a little delirious, Xavier appearing right beside her. Her hand reached out to stroke the fresh claw marks that were on the side of your face, blood dripping from them, before trailing down towards the arrow. You grabbed her hand before it could make contact with it, giving her hand a squeeze as you winced in pain. “Please go. I’ll be okay, Xavier’s right here.”
Wednesday gave the boy a sideways glance, conflicted at that moment, wanting to be the one you leaned on, the one who helped you. She settled her dark eyes back to you who was lying on the ground, before pausing only a moment, a mean glare taking over her features as her eyes settled onto Xavier, “If she dies, I will kill you.” With a sound of panicked agreement, he was already dragging you up off the ground, Wednesday grabbing hold of her sabre, her eyes meeting yours one last time before beginning her sword dance with that of Joseph Crackstone.
While Wednesday was amid her duel you took this time to glance at Xavier, and then at the abundance of frightened students who hadn’t escaped the area yet. You gathered your strength enough to lean yourself onto a nearby pillar, making sure to keep away from the flames that seemed to surround the proximity of what used to be the courtyard. You met Xavier's worried gaze, “You need to go. Get them out of here. I’ll be fine, I won’t die from one stupid arrow, you know I’m stronger than that.”
“But Wednesday…” You could see the conflict in his eyes, as he stared around the courtyard also, his eyes settling onto Wednesday, before returning to you.
You smiled softly, “She’ll understand,” you gulped, “Just go”.
He seemed reluctant to go, not wanting to risk the chance of you dying, so he glanced towards Wednesday who was still fighting, then towards you who was leaning against the pillar in obvious pain, holding the wound with the arrow still protruding from it. But you didn’t let it deter you as you gave him a false smile of reassurance; one you knew was too good to be true. But there was no time left, so he did the one thing he knew he could, “I’ll come back for you, you have my word” You watched as he left to go help the other students.
You slid down the pillar, looking down towards the arrow before using both your hands to rip as much of the wooden shaft as you possibly could without opening the wound too much or causing more damage than there had been already. With part of the arrow in your left hand, you placed your right hand onto the wound before throwing the broken piece of the arrow to the side.
Your gaze placed itself back onto Wednesday, your eyes widening in disbelief, a shout begging to leave your lips as you watched the blade of her sabre shatter against his staff. Your hand left your wound in a quick succession as you placed your hands on the ground wanting to protect her, wanting to get up and sacrifice yourself for her, but you were too weak.
You watched helplessly as magic pushed her against the broken wooden table in the burning courtyard. You cried out, fear enveloping your senses as he prepared to give the final blow that would end her life. You slid yourself slowly back up against the pillar, using it as support as you made a move to stand up, blood still dripping from your wounds. You made it only a few steps before your legs buckled out from under you, your knees meeting the ground, as rocks and dirt dug into your skin. You grunted in pain, about to force yourself up again before Bianca decided to make her appearance known.
She materialised behind Crackstone, before striking the sabre within her grasp through his chest, it was at that instant, that her whole body was knocked back causing her to hit the ground hard. But it was all the distraction Wednesday had needed, as she picked up the blade of her broken sword, impaling it into his undead heart as soon as he had made a move to turn around.
You witnessed as his entire body burst into flames, sending out a shockwave that seemed to knock you backwards into the pillar you had originally been against a grunt of pain leaving your lips, before leaving a multitude of embers in his place. The ravenette made eye contact with Bianca, giving the siren a nod of acknowledgment before running to your side. She didn’t think twice before grabbing a hold of you, taking you into her surprisingly warm embrace.
You took a moment, the affection being completely foreign to you. Wednesday wasn’t one for physical contact and you knew that, but you did the only thing you thought of, not knowing when the next time you would receive an embrace from her would be. So, you held her as tight as you could, wincing slightly when you felt the pain in your shoulder.
She pulled back, grabbing a gentle hold on your shoulder as she inspected you for any injuries, she then proceeded to stroke the claw marks on the side of your face, ones she knew would most definitely scar. Her unblinking eyes, took every inch of you in before her usually blank expression morphed into one of slight anger, “Are you an idiot?” she gritted her teeth, “Why would you follow me? I thought I told you to stay with—"
You didn’t let her finish that sentence, as your lips captured hers. Her once tense body seemed to calm down at the action as her lips began moving in sync with yours. You felt it as she cupped the back of your neck, being careful with your shoulder as she tried pulling you closer.
She didn’t seem to care that she was getting your blood on her own cheek, she didn’t care that some of your blood was staining her hands as she took control and pulled you deeper into the kiss. It was the type of kiss you wish you could capture forever, one you hope would last an eternity, because you never wanted to part from her lips, so soft, so warm, so full of ecstasy.
But you knew you both had to come up for air at some stage and so you waited until you were on the verge of passing out as if holding your breath underwater. You gasped as you came up to the surface, taking in shaky breaths of air, Wednesday doing the same.
You couldn’t help but give a pained grin as her forehead lay against yours, the both of you breathing heavily. Her finger glided softly against the claw marks, your hand reaching up to clasp hers, stilling her movement as you placed her hand against your lips, giving it a tender kiss. You felt like you were dreaming in this moment, maybe it was the blood loss that was making you delirious, but you felt like Wednesday could disappear on you any second, and you didn’t want that.
You gave shaky breaths as you listened to the cackle of the fire that still enveloped the courtyard, not taking your eyes off Wednesday. “Is it wrong of me to assume that you reciprocate my feelings?”
Wednesday seemed to blink at that, your eyes staying locked onto each other, “It would be stupid of you to assume otherwise,” She rolled her eyes, as you began grinning like a complete idiot. “Don’t be so smug about it.” She felt like she had lost a game against you at this moment, and for some strange reason, she didn’t hate it.
“How can I not?” You smiled bigger, paying no mind to the pain on your cheek. “THE Wednesday Addams likes me back.” You gave a small chuckle, “It’s a miracle.”
Her lips twitched as she observed you, “The only miracle I see is how you’re still alive right now,” her lips curled into what looked like a scowl, “Which reminds me, I’m going to kill that imbecile.”
“Who? Xavier? Or Tyler?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion.
Wednesday glared, “Both.”
You chuckled softly as you reached your uninjured arm out, using your hand to trail your fingers along her cheek, along the mass of blood that didn't appear to be her own. She shivered at the touch, her eyes closing subconsciously, "You can do that later," You smiled, loving the warmth that seemed to emit from her, "I just want you here with me."
Wednesday leaned closer at that as if she were hypnotised by the very being that was you. She was distracted, it was a feeling she had never known she could feel. She couldn’t understand how you had the ability to control her as if you were a siren and your song was her weakness. She knew you weren’t a siren, it was glaringly obvious the first day she met you, as you had made a black dahlia materialise within your grasp and offered it to her as if it were the simplest thing, you had ever done.
It was the same black dahlia that Wednesday had forced Thing to make into a bookmark. A bookmark she only used when it came to her favourite novels. A bookmark she seemed to treasure as if her life depended on it. She had a suspicion you knew about it, considering the number of times she had seen your cheeks heat up whenever it had caught your eye.
Wednesday watched as you smiled at her as if she held your heart in the palm of her hands, something so delicate, so precious and you seemed to trust her with it. Her lips seemed to twitch as her hand stroked the claw marks on your face, the wound only seeming to enhance your beauty even more in her eyes. She hated the fact that you could so easily have spiders crawling through her insides, that you could so easily worry her. It wasn’t a feeling that Wednesday could ever get used to.
So, as you leaned closer, ready to capture her lips into another kiss, she let you. Instead of pushing you away, she pulled you closer, gentle enough not to cause you any harm, but you already felt numb to the touch. The kiss masked the pain you felt on your skin, her touch only lighting the burning feeling inside of you because all you could focus on was her lips and her skin against yours. You kept smiling into the kiss, your smile only growing bigger as you pulled away again.
It didn’t last long though, as you both missed the ‘click’ until a shot rang out, ringing in your ears. You didn’t feel it at first as you gasped, but Wednesday's face as it slowly changed into one of panic was all you needed to know what was happening. Wednesday seemed to cover the wound on your chest with her hands, as blood began seeping from your mouth, your hand grasping onto the lapels of Wednesday's blazer.
The ‘click’ sounded again Wednesday took notice this time as she saw Laurel Gates behind you with a semi-automatic pistol in her grasp, a sinister smile on her face, as she now pointed the gun on Wednesday, “I may not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I’ll get to kill someone you seem to care about Wednesday.” She chuckled darkly, “To think it was this easy.”
Your hold on Wednesday’s blazer slackened, her glare directed at Laurel as her shaky hands kept the pressure on your wound. You were feeling light-headed, not knowing whether the buzzing sound was coming from your own delirious mind, or if it was actually happening. You flinched at the sound of multiple gunshots, the sound of Laurel's screams, the burning sensation in your chest and the hands that seemed to be held to your wound being the only thing you could focus on, besides the taste of blood on your tongue.
You sat there, leaning against a pillar in the burning courtyard your head slightly downcast, with only Wednesday in your sight. She seemed to be yelling at someone, calling for someone. You couldn’t understand a word she was saying as Bianca seemed to take her place, the siren’s jacket now being held to your chest, staining it with your blood.
You felt arms wrap around you, as you seemed to be lifted off the ground, your eyes closing, the pressure on your chest not loosening in the slightest.
Wednesday lifted her head as she came back to her senses, her black shoes having just caved Laurel's skull in. She was breathing heavily as she turned back to where Bianca had started lifting you in an attempt to get you out of there. Not willing to risk the possibility of you burning to death seeing as the flames seemed to be spreading.
The ravenette followed Bianca, remaining close to you the entire way as you lay limp in the siren’s arms. She didn’t want to freak out, your breaths growing shallower by the second as they walked towards the front gates of Nevermore.
Wednesday couldn’t think of anything, she felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating when Enid had embraced her. The only thing on her mind right now was you, and whether you would be okay or not. Her eyes seemed to blur, she didn’t know whether from fatigue or tears. She made eye contact with your limp form that was now on the ground, Bianca seemingly frantic but Wednesday couldn’t hear a thing, her body meeting the ground as her vision seemed to fade to black.
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Wednesday clutched the side of her head, as she felt the black sheets under her skin. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes slowly, squinting as a figure materialised before her. It seemed to be nighttime as she glanced at her dorm window, the only light shining through coming from the moon above. She could sense you before you came into focus, smiling down at her with your arm in a sling. She was relieved.
Her lips twitched as she observed you, your hand reaching out to stroke one of her braids, “I’m glad that you’re still alive, Wednesday.” You smiled softly, she could see the scarring from where she lay, the claw marks on your cheek having been stitched up, her fingers twitching to trail along the sensitive skin.
So instead of hesitating she acted, trailing her fingers slowly down the course of your scarring flesh with the gentlest of touches. She observed as you shivered, falling into the warmth that was her hand, a smile of contentment a permanent expression on your face. “I thought—” Wednesday gulped as she took a shaky breath, “I was afraid that you were…”
“I’m right here,” you smiled softly at the ravenette.
Wednesday allowed a small reluctant smile to free from her lips, not being able to hold it back as she watched you. As she felt you, the warmth of your skin, the shiver from her touch. You used your free hand to grab hers, pulling it towards your lips as you gave it a gentle kiss. “Yes, I suppose you are.”
She observed you closely, as you nervously let go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck, a habit that she had grown accustomed to from the moment she had met you. She watched as you began fiddling with your tie, not understanding why you would be wearing your uniform so late at night, but her lips twitched as she noticed its usual wrinkled state, your dress shirt remaining untucked from your pants. But she didn’t question it as she reached over to wrap her pinkie around yours, stopping your movement altogether.
You took a deep breath, “I know it’s late and you just got out of a small coma but—” you gulped, “Would you still be willing to go on a date with me?”
Wednesday tortured you for a moment, remaining silent as you tightened your pinkie around hers. Her face remained passive as she just stared at you, she wanted to know how serious you were. She gouged for your reaction a moment longer, letting you squirm in your nerves before smirking, “That could be arranged.”
You chuckled nervously her dark eyes trailing towards your sling, your eyes seeming to follow, “It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”
Wednesday didn’t want to think about it, the way the arrow had embedded itself into your shoulder, the way the gunshot had almost had her witnessing your death right before her eyes. She didn’t want to think about how close she was to losing you. So, she looked away, meeting your eyes in the process, “How long was I out for?”
You looked away for a moment clearing your throat, “So about that date?”
The ravenette glared at you, “Y/N,” she gritted out, “answer the question.”
You winced, “One week.” Wednesday's eyes widened slightly as they observed you, blinking a few times before going back to her usual unblinking stare. “Everyone was worried, your mother informed them that you were fine and that you would wake up soon.”
Wednesday paused for a moment, “I’m more surprised that you’re awake before me, considering the injuries you received that night.”
You chuckled softly, your smile not seeming to reach your eyes as you observed the ravenette. “How about that date?” You squeezed her pinkie affectionately.
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The wolves were howling as you both made your way into the darkened cemetery, the rusty gate opening with a squeak. You spun with a smile, walking backwards as Wednesday carried the shovels, observing each plot, trying to decide which grave seemed the most intriguing.
It was a full moon on this very night, the light of the moon illuminating against your skin as Wednesday seemed to follow you. She observed you for a moment, her lips twitching at how beautiful you looked. The way you seemed free at this moment. She blinked once before going back to examining the different gravestones.
Wednesday was about to continue before one in particular caught her eye. It seemed so fresh, though the green grass that seemed to cascade around it, and the flowers that seemed to have grown made it look like it had been there for years. Wednesday didn’t know who had been laid to rest there, but it intrigued her, to say the least as if a string were tugging her towards it.
She carefully placed her shovels down, feeling your presence behind her, a chill going down her spine as she carefully ran her fingers down the gravestone. “Are you sure?” Your voice broke her out of her trance, as she looked back towards you. She couldn’t see the name on the gravestone, the name covered by a thick layer of moss. But Wednesday was intrigued, so she nodded in reply before getting up and grabbing one of the shovels.
She seemed to be in her element as she dug, the moonlight reflecting off her pale skin, making her look more ghostlike than anything. But to you, she looked ethereal, like a fallen angel who had been cast out of heaven. “Thank you.”
You shook out of your trance, “For what?”
Wednesday gave a small smile, “Bringing me here,”
You seemed to chuckle softly, although your smile never reached your eyes, “How could I not on a night like this?” you gave her a soft smile as you stared up at the moon before meeting her eyes once again, “The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”
Wednesday reciprocated your action, observing the moon herself before looking back down, at the way the moon lit your skin, “I suppose it is.” She kept digging after that, looking over at you every so often to make sure you were still there, hoping that you’d never disappear. That you’d stay with her for all of eternity.
“Wednesday…” The voice hadn’t been yours that time, but it was familiar all the same. Wednesday stilled her digging as she made eye contact with the newcomer.
“What brings you here, Mother?” Wednesday stared at her.
“It appeared you were no longer in your bed,” Morticia didn’t move from where she stood, her gothic clothing blending her into the night. “I had a feeling you would be here.”
Wednesday huffed at her mother, dirt covering her own features, “As you can clearly see, I am quite busy right now.” She motioned towards the shovel, rolling her eyes as she went back to her task, “So if you would not so kindly leave, it would be appreciated.”
Morticia didn’t move from her spot, “Wednesday…” her voice unnaturally shook, “This won’t bring her back.”
Wednesday gritted her teeth as she stared at her mother’s unusually soft eyes, “What are you talking about?” she could feel it deep down, as her heart seemed to tighten.
Morticia took a step forward as she met her daughter's eyes, “You know as well as I do that she’s gone Wednesday.”
The ravenette paused, her tone weaker than the last, “Who are you talking about?”
The older Addams took a deep breath as she looked at her daughter, sorrow flashing across her eyes, a frown etched on her unnaturally beautiful face, “Y/N”.
Wednesday’s eyebrows furrowed, “That's utterly impossible,” her voice slightly shaky “She’s right here” Wednesday motioned towards you, as she reached out to grab your hand. Her throat seemed to tighten as her hand passed through, capturing nothing but air in its midst.
“Her family wanted to hold the funeral right away,” Morticia closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again.
Wednesday's hands shook as she tried again but failed to grab your hand, “She can’t be…” Her voice shook, “She’s not…” She saw your clothes, the way they were unkempt like they always had been, closing her eyes for only a moment, before opening them back up. She saw it then, the way your uniform was tattered, the head of the arrow still in your shoulder, the gunshot wound in your chest still visible and the claw marks on your cheek still an open wound. But above all, she saw the sad smile you gave her as all the things she had blocked away seemed to hit her.
She stayed there for a moment, just staring at you, her chest burning, her heart feeling like it was being strangled to its limit. She clenched her fists as she turned around, her vision blurring, the gravestone so obviously in front of her from where she stood as she slowly with a shaky hand began to wipe off the moss.
Her breaths became shallower as the name under it became clearer, the name becoming visible to her for the first time. Her fingers were shaky as they traced the name under the moss, ‘Y/N L/N’ She hoped she’d wake up at any moment, that maybe she was still in a coma. Maybe she had dreamt everything up until this moment. Maybe when she woke up, you’d still be alive in the dorm room you had filled with flowers, the dorm room that she had been to many times before, just because you had the ability to tug at her heartstrings with just a smile.
She had uncharacteristically loved the fact that you were a free spirit, that you made her flowers anytime you thought she was upset. How you would stay with her in comfortable silence whenever she had writing time. She didn’t want to believe for even a moment that she would never get those moments again.
She didn’t want to think about the fact that she would never hear your laughter again, that you would never be there to hear her play the Cello. She didn’t want to believe that she would never receive your precious flowers again or be able to witness the blinding smile that overtook your face whenever she accepted them.
Wednesday slowly and shakily climbed out of the ditch she had created, as she moved slowly closer to you. You looked so real, so perfect under the moonlight, but as she tried one last time to grab a hold of you, she couldn’t. It was the one thing she wanted more than anything, the touch of your skin and she couldn’t have it.
Morticia moved forward towards her daughter, wanting more than anything to embrace her, not being able to stand the clear heartbreak on her face as her mind was still battling with her reality.
Wednesday looked past you as Goody materialised out of thin air, walking up from behind you. “Goody,” the ravenette’s voice shook, Goody’s expression solemn as if she were here to take you away. “Please. Bring her back.”
“You know I can’t,” Goody smiled sadly, “I could only save you that night, with what little power I had left.”
Wednesday shook her head as her voice seemed to crack, “Then why are you here?”
Goody placed a hand on your shoulder as she stepped forward, “It’s time.”
The ravenette took a shaky breath, “Please…” her chest burned as her throat closed up more, “Don’t take her.”
Goody didn’t respond as you stepped forward away from the hand on your shoulder, causing it to drop. Your hand reached out as Wednesday watched you, tears brimming her eyes but not releasing. You did the only thing you could think of in the moment, as you made a black dahlia materialise into thin air. Wednesday felt a hand on her shoulder as Morticia appeared beside her.
The ravenette’s hand closed around the stem of the flower, as she stared at it, “Please don’t go.” The tears she had tried so hard to hold back finally fell when her eyes connected with yours. “Please just stay.” She had promised herself she would never cry, ever since her pet scorpion ‘Nero’ had been murdered, but she couldn’t hold it in anymore as her heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. “Please don’t leave me…”
You gave a sad smile as your cold lips ever so slowly made contact with hers. She stayed right where she was, afraid that if she moved the illusion would break, the illusion that she could feel your lips against hers, the illusion that you were still here, with her. She could almost believe she could still feel the beat of your heart. She didn’t want to break out of it, the tears falling freely as she hoped this moment would never end. She didn’t want you to be gone, she didn’t want you to leave her side, but she knew that was too good to be true.
She held the flower in her hand tight as you detached from her, you mouthed your final words, Goody’s hand latching onto your shoulder as you both seemed to disappear. Wednesday watched as the flower petals got left in your wake, staring blankly at the spot you used to be, playing over and over in her head the final words of ‘I love you’ that had left your lips.
Tears fell down Wednesday's face, her fist clenching around the flower in her hand. The sky let out a rumble as droplets of rain began to fall, mixing into the tears as the ravenette didn’t seem to move from her spot. She looked down at the black dahlia in her hand for almost an eternity, before resolving herself as she jumped back down into the ditch, not even paying attention to the mud that had begun to soften the dirt below. She grabbed hold of her shovel as she began digging, she felt someone drop beside her as they too began to dig, her eyes meeting her own mother's.
Her shovel seemed to hit something, as she bent down getting rid of all the mud that covered the casket. Her hands trailed its simple design. Morticia climbed out at that moment, Wednesday beginning to open the casket, the flower still grasped in her hand.
She didn’t know what to expect, as you were revealed. Your skin was so pale, yet for some reason, you looked almost like you were sleeping. She hated fairytales to the bone, but at this moment, she wished you were snow white, wished maybe you were sleeping beauty so that when her lips touched yours maybe it would break the curse and you would live happily ever after. But she knew it wasn’t how death worked, as he had claimed your life that night a week ago.
The rain dripped on your face, your pale skin seeming to shine like crystals under the moonlight. She took a shaky breath, kneeling towards you, her hand reaching out slowly to stroke your scarred cheek ever so softly. The flower in her hand disappeared from her grasp as she slowly placed the black dahlia in between your clasped hands, making you seem more ethereal in your eternal slumber than you already were.
There was no smile on your face, just a look of peace as you lay to rest, your heart remaining completely and utterly still. Wednesday stood a moment to admire you before shakily closing the casket back up. She took her time as she slowly covered it back up with dirt and soil, watching in slow motion as the grass and flowers covered the ground back up as she shovelled the final layer of dirt on top. The rain continued to fall, as she knelt stroking your name on your gravestone with all that she felt for you. She felt Morticia’s hand on her shoulder as the ravenette whispered the words she had wished she had been able to tell you, the words ‘I love you’ leaving her lips.
Maybe this was the curse, loving someone for all of eternity only for them to be taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Because Wednesday knew without a doubt that she would never love another, that you were her one and only and that she for once in her life, hoped that one day she would find her way back to you. That once she took her final breath, you would be there to greet her from the other side.
Wednesday seemed to ignore everyone as she sat on her balcony, looking up at the bright moon as the rain continued to fall. She didn’t have her cello with her as she sat there, staring up at the night sky, wearing your favourite jacket, one that was all too big for her, but she didn’t mind, as she revelled in the lingering scent of you.
She held the bookmark against her shattered heart, the one that reminded her of the first day she met you, as she trailed her free hand against her lips, still feeling the cold traces of their last kiss. Your name forever the name on her lips.
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Jamie Speaks:
Hahaha... Honestly, someone should take my writing privileges away from me.
Can Larissa have day 12? Shapeshifting dick and mommy kink please!!!!
Hiii
KINKTOBER day 12 | lactation kink, Larissa Weems
Good girls suck on them
warnings: lactation kink, shapeshifter!Larissa, gxg!smut, unprotected sex, reader is on a pill, soft smut(?)
“Issa?”
“Yes baby?” Larissa asked back as you were watching the promised film at the bedroom two of you shared.
“You know what we talked about few weeks ago, right?” You asked back, a little scared of her answer. Larissa didn’t seem to recall.
“What would that be?”
“Uhm… you agreed on that you will… breastfeed me if we can have sex without protection,” you said shyly and Larissa’s eyes grew wider.
“Yeah I remember now,” Larissa said and then the surprise disappeared from her face and a smile came up. “Why do you ask darling?”
“I thought… we could have sex now… and you could breastfeed me after,” you whispered and saw how Larissa smiled even wider.
“Are you really sure you want to have unprotected sex?”
“As long as the birthcontrol you bought me is really working…” you said being sure about that it was working.
“Come here sweetie,” Larissa pulled you onto her lap. The covers fell off of you and since you were always sleeping naked just like Larissa, it was a lot easier. When Larissa’s stone-hard cock was pressed against your thigh, your eyes shone. “What position would you like?”
“The one you can control me in the most mommy,” you whined out and Larissa understood. And the fact you called her Mommy…
Larissa immediately turned both of you. She was a strong woman. You were laying on the bed under her and you took a breath.
“Lift your legs up to your shoulders. Open up for Mommy,” Larissa’s voice went a tone darker than usually and you immediately did as she said so. You took your legs and pulled them up, being all spread out for Larissa.
Her eyes immediately wandered down to your core. You smiled for yourself and when Larissa lowered her body and you felt her eleven inch cock against your thigh again, all you could wish for was that she would enter you soon.
“You look so, so pretty for me like this,” Larissa whispered to you and you moaned softly at her words. While you were looking her into those sky blue eyes, she lined up her cock with you.
“Please mommy-“
“Shh baby, you’re gonna get what you want,” Larissa shushed you and you swallowed. Her hips lowered, her legs got closer to your thighs. The tip of her cock was pressed against you and Larissa was watching you asking for a permission.
“Go on,” you whispered and looked down. When Larissa realized the little bit of worries in your eyes, she lifted your chin and looked you deep into your eyes, assuring you about that it was all going to be okay.
“Tell me when it gets too much okay? Or if you want to stop.”
“I will,” you promised and with that sentence Larissa started sliding in.
It was a totally different feeling. You weren’t feeling the silicone of the condom. Her pulsating cock was sliding inside of you without any kind of protection and you had to say… you loved the feeling.
“Oh mommy-“ you moaned out when she filled you as much as she could. Larissa let out a quiet gasp and her eyes were closed for few seconds.
“You feel amazing baby. Hugging me so well-“ she moaned out and then she opened her eyes again.
A string of your hair fell in front of your face. Larissa tucked it behind your ear quickly and how soft her hand was…
“Is this okay baby?”
“Yes please!” You whispered with your eyes closed. Giving her a permission to move by that, you waited for her next step.
Larissa moved her hips. You could feel every single curve and vein on her cock, you were that tight. When she hit the highest spot possible, you arched in your back and bit on your lower lip with an intention to not be so noisy.
“Mommy-!”
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” Larissa started whispering to you and she was holding your legs so she had better access.
You nodded your head without even realizing it and clenched your teeth. You wanted her so bad, you needed her even more than before. When you opened your eyes and they fell onto her breasts, you whined.
“Would you like something little one?” She asked, panting.
“I- I wanna- can I?” You asked shyly and when Larissa looked where your eyes were, she smiled. Lowering her body between your legs, she supported her weight on her arms.
As her boobs got closer to your mouth, saliva started almost drooling from the corners of your lips. You quickly licked them clean and then you tilted your head, getting your chin a little upper, so you could reach that delicious bud. But what happened next was unexpected.
Larissa slid her hands between the bed and your body. She pulled you upper on the bed so you were half sitting, half laying. This position was probably the best for the plan you had but also for the plan she had. The butterflies in your stomach were getting wild when you saw her nipples even closer to your face, not talking about her cock which was fucking you so well.
You looked up at her. With big doe eyes, you asked for the permission and when Larissa gifted you with a warm smile, you leant in and took her nipple in between your lips.
“Just- suck on them like a good girl,” Larissa moaned softly and you closed your eyes, sucking on her nipple. Her hips started moving again and you… oh got this was all you wanted.
“Mhm-“ you moaned softly against her breath and continued in sucking on her nipple. Her body hitting yours. The feeling of her body was bringing you to the heaven and the fact she let you suck on her boobs…
“Oh my god- baby you’re doing so well for me,” Larissa moaned. She adjusted your hair with her hand and then she supported herself with it again.
The tickling in your stomach was slowly spreading in your whole body. Feeling like you didn’t have enough oxygen, you pulled away from Larissa’s breast and took a deep breath, focusing on her other, not so pink, nipple.
“Fuck Mommy-“ you let out a high pitched moan and tilted your head back. You even tried moving against her. Taking her deeper, feeling her better.
“Oh that’s it love. Can Mommy go a little faster?” She asked you softly and kept panting.
“Yes please!”
And Larissa did as she promised. Her speed picked up and you left your mouth opened, not being able to moan from the speed.
“Oh my god- baby-“
From how those words were leaving from her mouth, you knew that she was closer and closer to falling over the edge. And you were too.
You collected all of the strength you held in your body. Lifting your upper body, you reached for her bud and sucked on her nipple, to keep yourself shut.
“F-Fuck-“ you managed to moan out and you shook slightly on the bed.
“Cum with me love- cum for me-“
“Yes mommy!” You screamed out and with that your insides crashed like a vase. Your head flew back and your whole body was stretched out, your belly contracting. “Fucking hell-“
“Oh baby!” Larissa groaned and she shut her eyes. She was cumming too.
“Ugh my god-“ you let out a heavy breath. Feeling how your walls squeezed around her, you whined again and Larissa breathed out against your neck. She stayed like that for a few seconds and she kissed you onto your exposed neck.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded your head along with your answer. Still laying under her with your eyes closed.
Larissa pulled out. She let out the quiet sigh of release. But what else fill the room was soft moan which rang in your own ears.
You didn’t even realize, and Larissa was laying next to you in the bed. You were both laying side-by-side. enjoying her presence, you turned to face her.
“Are you okay?” She asked you as you were facing each other. You smiled softly and nodded your head. Crawling closer to her, you curled up into a little ball and hid in her chest.
“Yeah,” you sighed into her chest and Larissa brushed your hair. She took her two fingers and lifted your chin. And you realized what she wanted. She kissed you onto your lips this time and you blushed.
“Is it okay if we rest a little now?” She asked softly and you swallowed.
“It’s more than okay. Thank you so much.” You said and then looked at her breasts.
“Oh? Are we still hungry for mommy’s milk?” She smiled at you and you blushed hardly.
“Mhm…”
“Come here then love,” Larissa smiled even more and prepared her breast for you. She massaged her nipple a little for you so she would get some milk out of them. And when you saw an almost see through drop, you immediately lapped her nipple and started sucking. “Oh, easy there,” Larissa chuckled and you closed your eyes.
You could feel how they rolled back into your scalp and the uncomfortable feeling of wetness in between your thighs.
“Mhm,” you murmured again and kept sucking.
“You seem so hungry my baby,” Larissa noted and you only breathed out. Sucking and swallowing her milk, you rubbed your thighs together and when Larissa’s hand started brushing your ass, you shivered. “You look so cute like this. Just take it easy baby.”
