Secret Devotion

Secret Devotion

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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. ☾·˚·✩·˚·˚·✩·˚·☽ ↠ 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 ↞ ↠ Updates frequently ↞ ↠ Morissa manips on the book cover by divergentmisfit on Tumblr ↞
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Larissa x Morticia x Reader ... They were always going to have you on your knees... ... "On your knees." She demands as she rips the blanket off of me. I pull my shirt over my knees and stare up at her confused. She looks down and begins to take off her rings until her eyes snap back in my direction because im not moving. She sighs. "Y/n, do you want to fuck me?" The question sounds surreal, but I can't bring myself to answer or look at her because of my nerves. "Look at me." She hisses and I look up at her. "Good girl." She purrs and my breathing pattern becomes more erratic. "Now watch your headmistress strip for you." ... "I'm gonna have you crying, writhing beneath me as I work your body to its limit." I can feel myself getting wet. "You made me lose. I lost to her because of you." She snarls and a second later her kisses become rougher. "Who on earth are you talking about?" I manage to ask and she chuckles. I groan as her hand has found it's way into my shorts and cups my sex firmly. "The one who couldn't keep her hands off of what's mine. The one you couldn't keep your slutty legs closed to." I realise who she's talking about and I turn red. "You're a sore loser." ...

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