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
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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.
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
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.
