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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Raena_Sanchez/Morticia_Smith, Fem_Rick/Fem_Morty
  Character:
      Raena_Sanchez, Morticia_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, god_help_me_i'm_destined_for_hell, Sexual_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Just
      all_kinds_of_abuse, Porn_with_minimal_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-01 Updated: 2017-09-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5132
****** Vicegrip. ******
by emperyal_miasma
Summary
     She knew she should stop the abuse, but...
     (This fic idea has been sitting on my computer for awhile but it's
     been a struggle to find the time and energy to type it up. This will
     most likely end up being a series of one-shots for this pairing so
     check back for more!)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Start of it All. *****
As she lay there, sweat trailing down her temples, blood dripping from the edge
of her mouth, and body riddled in shallow cuts and bruises, she tried to
remember how this all started. A part of her wanted to say that it was when she
gave herself a makeover but maybe it had started before that - maybe when she
was fourteen. Had she just not realized what was transpiring? Sure, she wasn’t
the most observant teenager in the multiverse but for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t
have been able to miss the warning signs...right?
 
Morticia raised an aching arm and wiped the warm blood from her lips. It just
smeared across her cheek and hand but she didn’t have the strength to get up
and go wash it away. But she was in desperate need for a shower after that
night’s...session and maybe if she scrubbed herself hard enough the shame would
wash down the drain with her filth…
 
It took a few minutes of heavy breathing and pumping herself up until she
gathered the strength to sit up and swing her feet off the bed. Gingerly she
stepped onto the carpet with shaking legs and tread quietly from her room to
the bathroom down the hall. She turned the shower on and peeled off her rumpled
yellow tee and soaked black boy shorts. When she was naked she caught a glimpse
of herself in the slightly fogged up mirror and her heart turned to ice.
 
The soft tan of her neck and chest were splattered with fresh, dark bruises and
there were two rows of teeth marks throbbing dully against her left breast. Her
eyes were rimmed in black from her mascara running and there was the blood
smeared across her lips and cheeks. Her blonde curls were unruly and framing
her face and shoulders like a tattered shroud.
 
She looked awful.
 
A sob caught in her throat as she quickly escaped into the shower and she
scrubbed herself down with furious abandon. When did it all really start? Her
mind was struggling to remember. There had been warning signs before she dyed
her hair and updated her wardrobe and started ringing her eyes in mascara and
winged eyeliner. The too-long hugs, the forehead kisses, the ‘accidental’
brushes against her backside and chest, the drunken comments about her
body...it had been happening for two years and the bells had never gone off in
her head.
 
Her skin was red and burning from the intense scrubbing and she watched with
teary eyes as the blood and cum slid down her thighs and calves to vanish down
the drain. The hot water wasn’t helping to relax her sore muscles but she
remained standing in the stream until the water went cold and the exhaustion
became too much to handle.
 
She wiped herself off with a towel as her body seemed to go numb and without
another glance in the mirror she returned to her room. The dim light from her
desk lamp illuminated her fingers as she fumbled in her chest of drawers for a
clean pair of underwear and pajamas. It felt like her head was submerged
beneath cold water but somehow she managed to pull on the clothes and wobble
back to collapse on her bed.
 
She knew the sheets were filthy but she was too tired to care. All she wanted
was to go back to sleep and pretend that nothing had happened. That she had a
healthy relationship with her grandmother. That she wasn’t being abused. And
that she wasn’t so desperate for the old woman’s approval and love that she
would never stop this cycle.
 
Just as she was sinking into the comforting arms of slumber it hit her - she
remembered exactly when it happened. The first time was almost exactly the same
as what had transpired only an hour ago…
 
She had been on her phone, sending a few late-night texts to Jessica (they were
actually friends now, incredibly) and mindlessly scrolling through social media
when her bedroom door flung open. It startled her enough to make her sit up
straight in bed, but once she saw that it was her grandmother she relaxed a
little. Her grandmother wobbled on her feet and managed to silently close the
bedroom door.
 
“Raena, I’m not in the mood to go on some...some c-crazy adventure tonight,”
Morticia told her as she turned her attention back to her phone. The smell of
strong, acidic alcohol was filling the room and a quick glance upwards made her
aware of the large open bottle clutched tightly in her grandmother’s fist.
 
“M-morti...put down your phone, Morti I wanna...wanna ta-AAUGh-lk to you,”
Raena slurred as she fumbled her way to sit heavily on the bed beside her.
Morticia winced at the stench of liquor and the way her grandmother’s eyes were
glassy like marbles.
 
“Oh geez, Raena. Y-y-you should probably go get some sleep, y’know? Sleep some
of that booze off?”
 
“Put down the phone, Morti.”
 
Raena’s voice was gravelly and low and it made the pit of Morticia’s stomach
curl in on itself. She watched with wide, confused emerald eyes as her
grandmother reached across and plucked the phone from her hand, dropping it on
her nightstand without ever breaking eye contact. The older woman lifted her
hand up to her granddaughter’s face and gently stroked her cheek with calloused
fingertips.
 
“You’re so gorgeous, Morti,” Raena slurred with half-lidded eyes. “Y-y-you’re
so beautiful with that…that blonde hair. R-reminds me of your...o-of my ex. You
even have her lips…”
 
Morticia’s breath caught in her throat as Raena’s fingers drifted down to run
across her mouth. Her heart was frantically slamming itself against its bone
cage and her blood was pounding in her ears. She didn’t know what to do and
when she tried to make a cry for help nothing came out of her mouth. All her
pleas disintegrated when they reached the back of her throat and her muscles
refused to function so she just sat there, paralyzed as her grandmother leaned
forward and pressed their lips together.
 
Raena’s lips were chapped. The smell of alcohol was even stronger than before
and she could taste the sour remnants on her grandmother’s mouth. She wanted to
pull away, wanted to shove Raena to the floor and make a mad dash for her
parents’ room but she still couldn’t move. When Raena gently pried open her
mouth and swirled her tongue against her own she didn’t resist. The acrid taste
of liquor made her shudder and she started to gag but Raena snaked thin fingers
about her upper arms and held her still while she continued to suck the breath
from her lungs.
 
Morticia’s head was spinning like an out of control carousel. Her body was
being pushed down against the mattress and her grandmother was peppering her
neck and jaw in sloppy kisses. When she felt fingers grope under her night
shirt and start playing with her nipple a choked cry managed to escape her
lips. Raena paused for a second and then smirked down at her.
 
“Y-you’re gonna like this, Morti. I know you’ve never, never gotten fucked,
Morti. But don’t worry, grandma’s gonna make it so good. S-so good for my
precious Morti. Gonna make you feel s-so good, Morti.”
 
A terrible chill raced down her spine but once again no yells or screams could
sound from her mouth. So she just lay there with wide, horrified eyes as Raena
ravaged her body.
 
It was all a blur from that second on.
 
Her shirt was yanked off and both breasts were intensely suckled and bit so
hard that dark bruises already began blossoming across her skin. Her hair was
tugged on multiple times as Raena dominated her, broke her down, splattered her
body with bruises and bitemarks like paint against a canvas. Raena was forcing
her down into the sheets with strong hands and legs and the scent of her dark
floral perfume mingled in the air with the stench of sweat and alcohol. All she
could feel was fire tearing across her flesh and she wondered when it would
end.
 
Then Raena’s fingers were pulling down her pajama bottoms and she started
fighting for air and Raena was chuckling softly with a sick grin on her face.
Morticia’s cheeks were so hot she thought flames would spill from them and a
soft cry fell from her lips. This couldn’t be happening - why was it happening
-oh god, when would it be over?
 
Raena wasn’t gentle about fucking her. Her slender fingers swirled her
throbbing clit around until she was on the edge of cumming but then drew back
and roughly shoved up inside of her. Morticia let out a loud cry at the sudden
intrusion and Raena immediately clamped her free hand over her mouth.
 
“S-shut up, Morti. Gotta keep quiet. Y-y-you really want your mom and Jerry
bargin’ in here right now? W-when I’m three fingers deep in your sweet l-little
pussy?” the old woman growled and punctuated her question with a savage bite to
her granddaughter’s neck. Morticia could only whimper in response.
 
It felt like an eternity had passed when she finally came, but she knew that in
reality it had only been a few minutes. She could feel the slick heat dripping
down her legs and she winced with pain as Raena slid her fingers out. The old
woman slowly stood to her feet and wiped her hand off on her lab coat, leaving
a smear of cum and blood. Morticia stared at it - terrified, humiliated,
ashamed.
 
“Good job, Morti. Y-you were such a...such a good little girl for grandma,”
Raena drunkenly murmured and leaned down to kiss her lips. Morticia struggled
up onto her elbows and watched as her grandmother stumbled from the room and
disappeared down the dark hallway.
 
That had been the first time it had happened.
 
Now it was a regular occurrence - something she could count on almost like
clockwork. At least one or two times a week. At first their nightly sessions
made her feel used and utterly disgusting but that started to wear off after
the first month. Then she just felt needed, and desired, and craved for. It was
exhilarating to know that her grandmother came to her to satiate her twisted
hunger when she could have literally anyone else in the cosmos.
 
She knew she was fucked up. Knew she was supposed to tell her parents. Knew she
needed to contact the police. Knew she it was up to her to stop this abuse. And
she knew implicitly that she wasn’t supposed to like it. But…
 
She wanted to continue being needed and lusted after. She wanted to continue to
receive that special attention from the one woman she admired. She just wanted
to please her - get her approval. Keep hearing those seemingly innocent little
words…
 
Good job, Morti .
 
Morticia stared up at the dark ceiling illuminated with slices of the moonlight
that managed to shine past the window blinds. A terrible, awful little smile
played about her kiss-swollen lips at the anticipation of how sore she would be
in the morning and how she would have to spend much of it meticulously covering
up her bruises with makeup. Raena would act like nothing had happened like she
always did but Morticia would know better - would steal little touches here and
there as they went about their usual business.
 
Raena had Morticia in a vicegrip, but neither of them were letting go.
***** Cycle. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The garage door rattled slightly as it drew up into the roof and the spaceship
creaked as it was steered into its parking spot. Both the occupants waited
until the garage door had settled back down into place before beginning another
typical verbal war.
 
“Wow, we managed to get home without almost dying! That’s incredible. That’s
amazing.  That shit  never happens,” Morticia exclaimed sarcastically as she
ripped off her seatbelt and slammed the spaceship door behind her. “How did you
manage  that  Raena? H-h-how did you manage to gather up enough common sense to
do  that ?!”
 
“I managed to do it because I’m not a stupid Morty like you,” Raena hissed as
she followed her granddaughter and hurled the keys to her vehicle at the wall
out of anger. Morticia didn’t even flinch when they collided with several empty
beakers on the shelf and promptly shattered the glass. “Y-y-you sit there and
talk shit but  you’re  the one that almost got us anni-annhi-k-killed today!”
 
The old woman glowered at her with turquoise eyes boiling in fury. Her thin
lips were drawn back in an animalistic snarl, akin to a wolf baring its sharp
teeth. The little bit of makeup she ever managed to put on was streaked down
her cheeks and mingling with dried blood from thin shrapnel wounds that had cut
open her forehead. Her bright blue hair was matted with sweat and blood - some
strands clung to her cheeks and others were haphazardly piercing the air. She
looked dangerous and Morticia knew she actually  was  dangerous but she had
reached her limit.
 
“ Fuck off , Raena,” the petite brunette spat and returned her grandmother’s
vehement glare. “I’m sick of this bullshit! O-of running around the fucking
galaxy a-and other fucking dimensions! Almost getting killed every single
fucking day! Y-y-you’re a piece of shit, Raena! A-a fucking piece of shit!”
 
Morticia’s voice had risen to a trembling scream by the end of her rant and her
fists were balled up so tightly that her fingernails were biting into her skin
hard enough to draw blood. For a moment Raena just stared at her, shocked, but
then that shock slowly gave way to a rage that Morticia had witnessed only a
handful of times - times that never ended well for whoever she was angry with.
 
“You smartass little shit,” Raena whispered, taking a step forward. Morticia
felt her stomach drop into her bowels when the realization that she was in deep
fucking shit hit her. She moved backwards as her grandmother moved towards her
and she tried her best to maintain her pissed off, “I’m not scared of you”,
expression. It wasn’t working out too well.
 
“After all the fucking shit I’ve done for you, you have the nerve to talk to me
like that? H-h-how many times have I had to bail your dumbass out of trouble
with your parents? H-how many favors have I done for you so you could pass a
class, o-or impress that idiot bimbo you’re always jerkin’ it to? Without me
you’d have  nothing , Morticia.”
 
At this point Raena had backed her up against the cluttered wreck that was her
worktable and she towered over her, slamming her palms on the table and
effectively trapping her. Morticia glared at her despite every cell in her body
screaming for her to try and run. It would most likely be best if she hung her
head and became docile but she had done that too many times and she couldn’t
fucking do it  again . She had long since plunged over the edge of her patience
and all this time she had been a bundle of C4 waiting to explode.
 
All that anger, frustration, fury, exasperation, desperation boiled over and
she did something incredibly brave, and incredibly stupid.
 
Morticia reared her right hand back and slapped the living  fuck  out of
Raena’s face.
 
SMACK!
 
The contact sounded like a thunderclap and it echoed throughout the garage.
Time slowed to a crawl as Raena straightened her head and returned her
murderous gaze to her granddaughter’s reddening face. The scientist’s left
cheek was shining a bright crimson from the blow and Morticia stared at it;
mortified, terrified, and extremely proud of herself. She was going to pay for
that but  fuck  it felt so good to retaliate.
 
Time resumed its normal pace as Morticia was whirled around and flung against
the table. Her cheek hit the cold metal and she sputtered as Raena snatched her
wrists up and restrained her. A sharp, bony elbow dug hard into the middle of
her spine and made her spit out a cry.
 
“Oh Morti. Morti, Morti,  stupid  fucking Morti,” Raena sighed, breath tickling
the nape of her neck. Her voice was quiet and smooth; she only talked like this
when she was beyond furious and on the verge of doing something awful. Raena
was always the most destructive when she was silent and her focus was
unwavering.
 
Morticia didn’t respond as her grandmother held her down. Fear was wadded up in
her throat and she was trembling from her head to her toes.
 
“I’m so very,  very  confused as to why you’re acting like a spoiled brat. Are
you under the delusion that you’re special to me? Y-y-you know better, Morti.
Y-yOOOu’re….”
 
She paused to cough and clear her throat after the belch.
 
“You’re expendable, disposable. You can be replaced whenever I want - whenever
you outlive your usefulness. W-w-who’s to say that you haven’t already been
replaced? You-”
 
Raena was interrupted by the back of Morticia’s head colliding with her mouth.
Her granddaughter tried to worm away but she couldn’t quite escape her grasp. A
steady stream of expletives flowed from Raena’s lips as she yanked Morticia
away from the table and wrestled her to the ground. In the back of her head she
remembered that this was normal - both of them would become overwhelmed with
frustration and rage and stress because of the other and they would duke it
out. It was such a common occurrence after their more dangerous adventures that
Raena could set her clock by it. Yet knowing all of that didn’t change the fact
that Morticia was getting increasingly more violent every time and - oh fuck,
she was crying. Why was the little shit crying?
 
“W-w-what’s wrong, Morti? Crying? Really? Fucking pussy,” Raena sneered despite
the concern that was flaring up in the very back of her brain. She had her
pinned to the garage floor by her arms with the majority of her weight holding
her down by the abdomen.
 
“Fuck you, Raena!” Morticia shouted, still wearing that brave masquerade even
though her voice was shaky and eyes overflowing with tears. “I fucking hate
you! Get the fuck off me, y-y-you old rickety piece of shit! I fucking hate y-”
 
Raena silenced her with a kiss and swallowed up a choked cry. Morticia briefly
resisted  and tried to pull away but didn’t - couldn’t. Raena let go of her
arms but Morticia didn’t use them to slap or punch or hurt her. Instead she
tangled her fingers in Raena’s sweat-damp hair and crushed their mouths
together in a bruising kiss. She kept crying even when they broke apart to
breathe and continued as Raena shrugged out of her labcoat.
 
She was sobbing and hiccuping through another flurry of kisses and only stopped
when Raena pulled back and sat down next to her.
 
“Morti. Are you still mad about earlier? Look, I know I put us in a bad
situation there and I pro-OO-bally coulda picked a less sketchy dealer but y-
you gotta understand their prices are  unbeatable  and I-I-I didn’t know those
Federation fucktrucks were tailin’ us and, and…”
 
She averted her gaze to her calloused, still-bloody palms and hated the fact
that she was being so emotional and genuinely worried about her granddaughter.
 
“I didn’t mean to put you in danger. Especially not on such an easy, stupid
errand. I’m sorry Morti, and I know that doesn’t mean dick-all but y’know, I
talk a whole lotta shit but in reality I-I’d lose my fucking mind if you d...if
you d...i-if something happened to you. I guess if I gave a shit about dying
I’d be pretty upset too. Might even cry,  y’know? Might even-”
 
“For christ’s sake Raena, shut your goddamn mouth!” Morticia suddenly
interrupted with a little hiccup and loud sniffle. “I’m not crying because  I
almost died, I’m crying because  you  almost died!”
 
“...What?”
 
“You always do this, Raena! Y-y-you almost kill us and then shove it down my
throat like it’s  my  fault and make me wanna chew on the end of a shotgun
barrel and yet here I am! For the millionth  fucking  time just taking it
because even when I try to fight back it doesn’t matter - nothing I do fucking
matters! Because I’m an idiot and no matter what I’ll keep crawling back to
you!”
 
Morticia had crossed her arms above her face so her eyes were hidden and she
had drawn her knees up and together, legs trembling from nerves and exhaustion.
She was falling apart not in pieces like she had expected, but all at once.
Everytime she breathed it burned and her brain was threatening to pound her
skull open and every single muscle in her body ached. Raena could feed her
whatever kind of heartfelt bullshit she wanted but she knew it was all a lie -
a pretty little incentive to keep her coming back for more.
 
Morticia heard Raena shift and stand to her feet and she listened as she walked
away and into the house. A barrage of hiccups expelled themselves from her
lungs and the force pushed her onto her side. She laid on the floor as some
leftover tears rolled down her face and she stared blankly at nothing at all.
At some point she would make herself get up and go grovel in the shower but for
now she would lay on the dirty floor like the garbage she was.
 
She heard footsteps again and suddenly she was being lifted into the air.
 
“W-what are you doing?”
 
“You’re covered in blood and cuts. Need to get cleaned up so you won’t get an
infection,” Raena answered quietly, carrying her into the house and up the
stairs.
 
“I can do it myself.”
 
“I know.”
 
“I don’t need your help.”
 
“I know.”
 
Morticia opened her mouth to say something else but decided against it. She
remained silent as Raena carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the
counter. Her grandmother wet a washcloth and methodically cleaned and dressed
all of her cuts and scrapes. She hummed softly as she worked and it lulled
Morticia into a more relaxed state, to the point that she was almost content.
It was nice to be taken care of like this and every little touch from Raena
made her heart swell in affection.
 
“I’m still mad at you. For everything.”
 
“I know.”
 
Raena helped her to her feet and tossed her bloody yellow tee into the clothes
hamper. Instead of letting her walk on her own (which Morticia doubted she
could do because she was shaking so severely) Raena picked her back up and
almost cradled her to her chest.
 
“I can walk by myself. My legs aren’t broken.”
 
“I know.”
 
Raena opened her bedroom door and gently laid her on the bed. She made sure the
ceiling fan was on and the curtains were drawn before she leaned down and
pressed a kiss to Morticia’s forehead.
 
“I love you, Raena.”
 
“I know, Morti.”
 
Morticia reached up and took a fistful of her grandmother’s sweater when she
tried to walk away. She yanked on it hard enough to make the old woman stumble
and in a second they were kissing again but it was rough and bruising in an
entirely different way. Morticia tugged on Raena’s sweater as heat pooled in
her abdomen.
 
“No one’s gonna be home until tonight.”
 
“I know.”
 
“I want you to fuck me.”
 
“I know.”
 
The bed creaked as Raena climbed onto it and mounted her granddaughter, their
lips locked again and hands roaming; exploring. Morticia pushed the sweater up
and over Raena’s head and mouthed at her breasts through her thin white
camisole. Raena’s chuckle was barely audible and she sat back on her calves to
pull it off and rid herself of her bra. Morticia struggled to sit up and pawed
at her grandmother’s chest.
 
Every murmur that passed her lips was a plea; a beg for attention and affection
and approval. Raena whispered sweet nothings to her; saccharine and genuine.
Morticia ate it up and was told more as she took one of Raena’s breasts in her
mouth and worked her nipple with her tongue. Her right hand was gripping the
old woman’s waist to keep steady and her left hand traced circles around
Raena’s other areola. Her grandmother’s sighs were quiet and breathy and stoked
the warmth in her abdomen. The harder she sucked the harder Raena rutted
against her, the pressure teasing through her jeans.
 
Nothing I do fucking matters! Because I’m an idiot and no matter what I’ll keep
crawling back to you!
 
Raena took her granddaughter’s shoulders and shoved her down into the mattress.
She had a crooked grin on her face because Morticia was watching her every move
with desire and need reflected in her eyes. In a moment she had hopped down to
the floor, stripped off her ruined khakis and underwear, and then returned to
fondling her granddaughter in her bed.
 
In reality I-I’d lose my fucking mind if you d...-i-if something happened to
you.
 
Morticia pleaded with Raena as the old woman ghosted over her bare chest and
neck with her chapped lips. She was teasing her with soft, fluttering touches
that set off embers in their wake and made the heat between her legs nearly
unbearable. Raena murmured filthy obscenities to her as she pressed wet kisses
down her chest to the top of her jeans (why were they still on, how had she
kept them on?) and she sucked a fresh bruise into the space just below her
bellybutton.
 
Raena undid her jeans and tugged them off, tossing them away to join the other
clothes on her messy bedroom floor. A delighted smirk twisted her lips seeing
the damp patch in Morticia’s panties and knowing that she was the reason it was
there - the reason her granddaughter was practically panting beneath her and
still begging to make her cum. She was so cute...even when she was desperate
for her own release she put Raena first. God, she had fucked her up beyond
repair.
 
I didn’t mean to put you in danger.
 
Raena stroked Morticia’s labia and smiled at the teen’s shiver and how she
squeezed her thighs together. The panties slid off easily and as always, even
after all of the innumerable trysts  exactly  like this, Raena still marveled
at Morticia’s body. Young, soft, vibrant, curvy, speckled with bruises from
their adventures and hickies that she had bit and sucked into her flesh days
before. Morticia was beautiful - perfect, in fact. It made her feel dizzy
knowing that her soulmate was her  own fucking granddaughter . They were  both
fucked up beyond repair.
 
No matter what I’ll keep crawling back to you!
 
Morticia’s moans and mewls were a symphony that filled the room with its
resonance. Raena’s tongue was drawing out every noise as she swirled it around
Morticia’s throbbing clit. The bundle of nerves felt like it was on the edge of
bursting and she rode Raena’s tongue until she was on the verge -
 
I love you, Raena.
 
The old woman straightened herself as a translucent string of saliva and precum
connected her bottom lip to her granddaughter. She gave her what she had been
asking for from the beginning. Her joints groaned in protest from her position
and the amount of effort it took for her to maintain it. Despite the aches and
pains from the chaos on their adventure she had managed to crawl over Morticia
and steady herself on the bed’s headboard. Morticia lapped hungrily at her
pussy like her cum was ambrosia and she was starving.
 
Morticia was always the best lay - she had always been. Even though she had
slept with every manner of creature across the universe her granddaughter was
always the best, the most satisfying.
 
I love you, Raena .
 
Raena collapsed back onto the bed and snatched up Morticia’s head, crushing her
lips with her own. She couldn’t help but dig her nails into her granddaughter’s
scalp as she devoured her mouth and she groaned when Morticia raked her own
nails down her back. They were both on the edge and it wasn’t going to take
much more to send them both over. She wanted everything from Morticia before it
happened.
 
I love you, Raena.
 
She flipped Morticia and settled between her thighs, mashing their genitals
together until their clits connected. The last ounces of her strength went into
rutting into Morticia and creating friction and heat in the most ancient and
primal of ways. Morticia’s hands grasped Raena’s upper arms tighter than a
corpse’s final deathgrip and she wondered how her body was still able to keep
up. The rhythm was getting faster and their movements sloppier and the slick
warmth made every inch of her skin tingle in pleasure. Every muscle was
strained and every breath was too shallow; too fleeting. Morticia was convinced
that she was going to explode, that her physical form would literally expel
outwards if she didn’t cum in the next -
 
I love you, Raena!
 
Morticia came with a moan bordering on a scream and rode out the euphoria in a
blind daze. There was stardust glowing beneath her skin and supernovas burning
out in her clit. She knew most people saw stars when they came but she saw
complete nebulae. Raena gave a few more hurried jerks before she came as well,
similar celestial images filling her head and crackling like lightning over her
skin. She captured Morticia’s kiss-swollen lips with her own and stroked her
tongue against her’s as their movements grew slower, and slower until they were
both satiated.
 
There was a pool of cum in the sheets beneath Morticia’s ass and a good portion
of it was smeared up their abdomens and thighs. Morticia reveled in the fact
that she had made Raena cum so much - that she  always  made her cum so much.
And the gently pulsing rapture that accompanied her orgasm was more than enough
to make her forgive the abuse Raena put her through on a daily basis. That, and
the way Raena held her close and peppered her forehead and scalp in kisses and
drew lazy circles about her back with her fingertips. She never left
immediately after and kept her company through the afterglow.
 
Morticia opened her mouth to speak when Raena spoke first - something almost
completely muffled because her face was buried in the crook of her shoulder,
but still clearly audible.
 
“I love you, Morti.”
 
“...I know.”
 
Morticia squeezed her grandmother as tightly as she could.
 
“I love you too.”
Chapter End Notes
     Started writing this months ago and forgot about it. Found it while
     digging through some other works today and decided to finish it.
     Enjoy~ (More one-shots to follow...at some point.)
End Notes
     Wanted to explore the darker aspects of this pairing and try writing
     smut again so this happened. I apologize for not updating my other
     two series in awhile - depression has been really severe lately and
     my mother had a breast cancer scare. We're both okay now but things
     have really been a struggle. I hope to post updates soon! Thanks for
     reading. <3
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