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★★★𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙩 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 22: 𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Dumbification, strap on use,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Yes, this was planned to be short! XD

Word count: 0.5k

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The familiar feeling of your aching cunt being stuffed with your girlfriend's strap on filled your body, your eyes rolling back into your head as you screamed out your thoughts.

You couldn't even think straight, your eyes were hooded, and the sight of Morticia leaning over you as her waist pounded into your center was too much for your libido.

Your body felt all warm and prickly with each touch from the ravenette, her hair falling down and gently touching your face as a stark contrast with how mercilessly she was fucking you into oblivion.

You couldn't hear anything she was saying, and you certainly couldn't speak, it was like your brain could only think using its libido.

Your legs were shaking, covered in your previous releases as you tasted the fluid from Morticia's fingers which she had stuffed inside of you really quick.

The sight of her was so breathtaking, the way sweat dripped down her face, the way she bit her lip just a little bit more with each thrust of her cock, the way her eyes looked down at your body with a predatory shine in them.

"Tish...Please..." You managed to whimper out, your eyes shutting as all of the energy you had left that wasn't sucked out by the intense sex was quickly used by your speech.

You could just barely see her smirk in response, leaning down to leave a trail of soft and tingly kisses across your neck, lowering her frame to place a hand on her neck, sucking out more moans from your mouth that you yourself could not even hear thanks to how thorough she had fucked you.

Her voice barely filled your ears, the sweet and sultry vocals making you shudder with each thrust she made.

"One more...Cum one more time for me..." She said, nibbling on your earlobe slightly as you felt your body build up another orgasm.

The bubbling in your stomach eventually became too much, and you could feel your walls tightening around nothing as Morticia pulled out of you, watching the cum squirt out of your pussy, covering your legs in another layer of the liquid.

You laid there in a moment of bliss, cuddling up to your girlfriends warm body as you remained silent, too fucked dumb to even think about speaking.

You could hear her now though, and her voice brought a comforting feeling in your chest as she shushed you to sleep, stopping you from attempting to speak by placing her finger on your lips.

"You can speak tomorrow," Morticia smirked, placing a kiss on your head as you drifted off into sleep.

★★★𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 29: 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Period sex, eating out (R receiving), cramps,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Morticia definitely has a blood kink I'm sorry-

Word count: 1.2k

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The pain in your abdomen was killing you; the cramps made you feel weak enough that you felt like you could pass out at any moment. You even started to feel incredibly nauseous, so you decided that the best thing to do for now while the pain medicine took effect was go up to your room and lie down for a moment.

"Amor?" You heard the voice of your wife asking you with concern as she saw you stumble into the room, clutching the area where you felt a knife had penetrated through your body.

You smile softly, placing a kiss on Morticia's cheek before sitting down on the king-sized bed, your body comfortably sinking into the plush of the mattress below, allowing your body to relax a little bit.

"Hey Tisha..." You sighed, your eyes hooding a little bit from how exhausted the pain in your uterus had made you feel. "What's up?"

The ravenette stood up swiftly, placing her book on the desk in front of her as she quickly made her way over to you, sitting down and stroking your hair sympathetically.

"I should be asking you that, Preciosa," Morticia replied, a well-manicured hand sliding down to where you were clutching at your stomach, her thumb rubbing circles into the skin as an endeavor to try and soothe you.

"It's nothing, don't worry," You reassured her, moving your palm to overlay the hand that was caressing your abdomen. "I just started my period, and my cramps are much worse than usual," You grumbled, cursing your body for having a uterus.

"Oh, Y/n, you should have said that earlier! You know I would have gotten you everything you needed or wanted," The taller woman cooed, looking at you with worry.

You couldn't help but blush at how kind your wife was being, how it made you feel all fuzzy inside of your body.

"Thanks...but I didn't want to bother you," You mumbled, turning your body over so that you could bury your face in her, her scent comforting you like a gentle hug.

Her scent was overwhelming to your emotions, as they were heightened by the increasing number of hormones in your body, leaving you with some rather lewd thoughts.

You tried to push them away; you could handle your lust for a couple more days, at least until you finally stopped bleeding.

"You know you won't bother me," Morticia chuckled, her eyes looking down at you as she continued caressing your lower stomach. "What medicines have you taken? Do you want me to do anything for you? Or do you just need some time with me?" She asked, propping you up against her body, her arms wrapping around your body before returning to rub circles around where she knew your cramps hurt the most.

You were silent for a couple of moments, debating whether or not to ask her for what you truly wanted.

"I just need some time with you," You lied, looking off to the dresser where you knew she kept her strap-ons and other toys.

Looking down at you with concern, the ravenette followed your eyes to the dresser, seemingly unaware of what you were thinking.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I'm happy to provide it to you, Amor," She asked, tilting your head with her hand to lock eyes with her, her eyebrow raising at the sight of how flushed your cheeks had become.

"Can... Can you promise not to be grossed out?" You begged, looking at her with fearful eyes.

"Of course, I'll do whatever you want me to. Besides, you already know my love for the obscure," The taller woman chuckled, a sly smile pulling at her face, leaving you more of a blushing mess.

You remained silent, internally cursing yourself out like a sailor for even bringing it up. But to your surprise, your wife seemed to guess what you wanted just by your sudden lack of speech.

"Why? Do you want me to help you out...in other ways? I know that a good session can help your cramps," Morticia asked softly, sliding her arm to wrap around the waistband of your pants, tugging on them slightly.

"N-No I just... Well... Maybe?" You blushed, covering your face with your hands as you buried yourself deeper down into your wife's body.

Morticia licked her lips seductively, a fat smirk making itself present on her face as she straddled your lap, being careful not to hurt you before kissing you slowly but passionately.

“I’m going to get a towel,” Morticia breathes against your mouth, eyes still closed and body swaying you both ever so slightly. “When I get back,” You watch with wide doe eyes as her lashes flutter open and her gaze starts to appreciate the blush on your cheeks, “I want to see all of you. Is that okay?” She speaks softly, eyebrows lifting and furrowing all at once as she checks for consent.

Her lips were attached to your puffy clit, your eyes rolling back into your head as she began to lick long strides across your sex, your blood falling down her lips and down to her neck.

"Fuck, your blood is so delightful mi amor~" Morticia smirked, looking up at you as your body shook under her tongue, making her chuckle, the vibrations making you squirm even more.

"Please- Need you~!!" You cried, whining at how slow she was being for the sake of your comfort.

"Oh, I know you do," The ravenette teased, her tongue swishing in and out of your hole, the taste of your blood making her feel even more aroused as your moans filled the room.

She had already fucked you clear of any cramps twice since you had started, and you felt like your body couldn't even fathom taking another orgasm. Your hands found their way to her hair, tugging on her black locks slightly as the sensations of her mouth going back to your sensitive bundle of nerves filled every inch of you.

"Please Tisha~!! I need you so badly!!" You continued to mewl, eyes shutting as you felt your muscles tightening while your orgasm came up to you, the knot in your stomach snapping as you felt it washing over you for the third time that night.

Morticia smirked as she felt your used pussy clench down on nothing as your climax took over your body, continuing to lap up both your arousal fluid and blood before swallowing both with a smirk.

"Oh you're so cute like this Amor," The ravenette smirked, watching your body's trembling slow down as it came down from it's high.

"T-Thank you..." You mumbled, a squeak leaving your lips as you felt yourself being picked up by your wife.

"So, why don't I go and run you a bath, and I'll get you some more meds and your favorite foods?" Morticia asked, her smirk softening into a smile as she looked at your beautiful blissed out face.

★★★𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★★★

Smut:

After school special

Headcanons:

When you have an exam

★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting batlove4ever! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 0.5k

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-Marilyn already knew about your upcoming exam, and she was happy to help you, despite your resistance to it.

-She found out by taking a look at your calendar after forgetting to put a mark something on her own calendar, and she never thought to mention it as it looked to be about 8 months away. Marilyn pretty much forgot about it until around a month before the assessment.

-Once she had remembered about your test, she immediately became your new teacher or as you called her your "hot study guide" (which she pretended to not appreciate- but secretly liked the complement-)

-She'd set up study hours after dinner and would constantly check up on you in-between working on papers for her students along with grading their assignments.

-She'd also look into the course material you were studying, and she would occasionally send you text messages of trivia questions to help you study along with giving you some flashcards.

-The nights would consist of the two of you watching TV together while Marilyn talked about her day, smiling at the sight of you looking at her with wonderous eyes.

-If you had any stress about the assignment, you best believe it Marilyn would give you a pep talk she always gave to her students before they'd take a test in her class.

-She wanted to make sure that you were okay, that was her main priority. She'd always make sure you knew that no matter the test results, that you were still an amazing and smart person, and that you still tried your best.

-While also treating you like a student during study sessions, Marilyn would definitely be super touchy with you, her hands all over your body even if she was across from you. Her hand would always be touching your own, her thumb running across your hand as a way of calming you down (But it just made you super flustered.)

-You were more stressed than usual the week of, and Marilyn of course noticed. She didn't let you spend all your time studying, and she definitely made sure you'd get a good night's sleep along with you eating 3 meals a day and at least 3 glasses of water with that (She'd only let you have one energy drink a day).

-The day of your exam, she kissed you on your cheek before leaving to go to work, sending you a bunch of messages of encouragement and a promise of a nice bath when you got back.

-Once you got home, you were surprised to find out that she didn't give you a bath, but a whole self-care night with your favorite takeout meal(s) <3.

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-Akira

★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thanks for requesting batlove4ever!! Loved writing this!! (ALSO THIS GIF IS SO HOT)

Word count: 0.5k

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-Morticia would be confused on why you were suddenly tossing and turning around in your large bed even with her in the bed in you, she had gotten the comfiest mattress for you just to make sure her cuervo was comfortable and would get a good night's rest while she was away watching the moon until 3am.

-She sent Thing to spy on you whenever you would disappear into the library, promising him a day off if he collected information on why you were so tired yet not getting any sleep at the same time

-The moment Thing brought back the news of your upcoming exam at Nevermore University, she immediately saw all the pieces falling together. Your sudden lack of eating, spending more time in the library, staying up later, and even pushing down a date with the excuse of being tired (Which she understood).

-You were confused as she started holding you tighter when you were cuddling together, and you got even more confused when you would catch Thing handing you glasses of water throughout the day.

-That night when you didn't come to bed, Morticia immediately knew that you were still in the library, and so she stood up and made her way down the hallway to the room you currently occupied.

-She called out to you as she sneaked up behind you, placing her hand on your stack of books as she tapped her nails against the hardback, startling you.

-You immediately looked at the clock, internally cursing yourself for how long you had been studying. When she asked you what was going on, you explained everything (after some prodding from the older woman).

-She guided you back to bed, massaging your shoulders once you had comfortably buried yourself in her body.

-The next day, she woke you up with Thing carrying breakfast on a nice silver tray and told you that she would be helping you study.

-After breakfast, she brought you to the library and closed the curtains so that no light other than her candles was in the room.

-She told you that you would be studying for 25 minutes, and then take a 5-minute break, as the therapist at Wednesday's school had talked about to the young girl (Despite Wednesday not giving two shits).

-She'd accompany you, reading her own horror novels and snipping roses of stems and making sure you took a break when you were supposed to and drank water.

-Wednesday would occasionally come in, rolling her eyes at her mother's sappy nature towards you.

-Once the exam date came, your girlfriend wouldn't stop peppering your face with kisses, telling you that when you got home, the two of you could watch all of your favorite movies and Thing would be your personal maid for the rest of the night.

-And when you got home, she fulfilled that promise <3

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-Akira

★★★𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Flirty behavior, alcohol consumption

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Third day is rolling right along with the lovely Larissa Weems! I had so much fun writing this!!

Word count: 1.6k

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Covering your left ear in hopes of draining the noise around you from your hearing, you felt yourself becoming slightly more anxious about having said yes to the staff holiday party at Nevermore. You were well-liked by the students and the other staff. However, you still felt a sense of anxiety wash over you the moment you entered the room.

Looking down at your dress that fell just below your knees, you placed your hands over the other and made your way towards the drinks with a smile on your lips, waving your greeting to the familiar faces around you.

The air around you smelled of cinnamon and sugar cookies, making your body feel like it was melting its nervous shell and leaving only a comfortable and carefree interior. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you grabbed the ladle out of the eggnog, pouring the white liquid into your glass until it was full.

Bringing the glass to your lips, the liquid fell down your throat, causing the tips of your ears once chilled by the cold outside air to warm up.

"This is pretty good," You thought out loud, going to grab a sugar cookie from the large plate next to the bowl of eggnog.

"I'm glad you think so, I made it myself," A regal voice with a familiar British accent spoke, her words turning into a chuckle as you jumped in surprise.

"Ms. Weems!" You exclaimed, putting a hand over your chest as you took a breath in between a couple of laughs. "You scared me!"

"Please darling, call me Larissa, we've known each other for a few years now," Larissa smiled, walking closer to you.

You blushed softly, looking up at the taller woman.

"Yes Larissa," You replied meekly, feeling her dominant and powerful presence washing over you, her aura only increasing due to your feelings for the woman.

"Even when you call me by my first name, you find a way to make it formal. Don't you?" She chuckled, her laugh sounding soft and sweet as it always did, the sound of it had pushed you into a lovesick state.

You nodded, your eyes finding their way down to your feet, attempting to make yourself feel like a normal person for a moment.

"Look back up at me sweetling," Larissa commanded, wanting to see your face again.

You obliged almost immediately, your heart pounding at 1000 miles an hour at the blonde's overwhelming presence.

"T-The party is very nice," You tried to change the subject, hoping to calm down the raging blush on your face.

"It is, but I have a question for you, Y/n," The taller woman stated, taking a sip of her warm eggnog before placing it back on the table.

"Yes?" You asked, looking at her with curious eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?"

You froze, looking at her with a blush scattered across your cheeks and nose, you weren't sure what to say in reply.

You seemingly were silent for a couple minutes, as Larissa cupped your cheek to knock you out of your thoughts.

"Sweetling, are you alright? That question didn't make you uncomfortable did it darling?"

Her pet names were like music to your ears, but you weren't sure how to continue the melody, often ending it with stutters and blush.

"I... I don't know," You replied honestly, "I don't know what it is,"

"That's quite alright snowflake," Larissa nodded, turning her head to the other staff and then back to you. "I should leave you to the party," She smiled, walking away, and leaving you flustered.

You stood there, before a wave of confidence washed over you.

You grabbed her hand, placing your glass on the table to reach further.

"Wait-" You quickly stopped her, retracing your hand with a blush once her blue eyes went back to face you with surprise. "I wanted to give you the present I got you, would you like to see it?" You nervously asked, your mind thinking of any excuse to be near the blonde.

"Oh snowflake, you didn't have to get me anything just because we did a whole Secret Santa event, you know that," Larissa chuckled, "But I know whatever you got me is amazing," She continued, her lips forming into a smile as the two of you walked over to a little Christmas tree where you had put her gift.

You pulled up a small box that was perfectly prepared, the wrapping paper was a beautiful light blue and paired with a white snowflake gift tag that matched the tiny decals on the paper.

"Merry Christmas Larissa," You smiled, handing it to her as your eyes traveled their way up her body.

"Thank you Y/n," She smiled, taking the paper gently off of the box to reveal a small jewelry box.

"Go on! Open the box!" You encouraged her with a soft smile on your lips.

The blonde simply chuckled, quickly opening the velvet box to reveal a very luxurious set of opal dangle earrings.

"Y/n..." She trailed off, her eyes widening as her fingers grazed over the gemstones. "These are beautiful...!"

You beamed in reply, your hands clenching into fists out of your excitement.

"I got you the earrings in opal because it's your birthstone!"

Larissa looked at you with wonderment in her eyes.

"How did you know my birthday? I don't tell that to anyone," She asked, still amazed by how thoughtful you were.

"I asked around," You smirked, "Do you like them?"

"Like them? Darling, I love them! You didn't have to get me these!" The older woman replied, moving her vision from you to the earrings.

"I'd do anything for you," You said, your smirk forming into a more lovesick and warmth-filled smile.

The principal paused for a moment, matching your facial features as she took your hand in her own, shutting the box.

"Is that so? Then you would be willing to answer another question, right?"

You nodded.

"Yes, what is it?" You questioned her, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"If I kissed you, would you reciprocate?"

You froze for a minute, just like you had when she asked you a question before, but something about this moment didn't feel the same.

You pushed your touching hands together, fingers intertwining with each other as you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Her hand found its way to your cheek, pulling you further into her lips and her taste of sugar cookies and eggnog.

Pulling away from her to catch your breath, Larissa looked at you once again, her ruby red lips placing themselves on your cheek to leave a slight mark in their wake.

"I guess I have my answer then," She chuckled, watching you break out into a huge blush over what had just occurred.

"I didn't think this would ever happen- At a staff holiday party nonetheless-!" You covered your face with your hands, only for them to be pulled down by the woman in front of you.

"Well," Larissa replied, "Strange things happen during the holidays, don't they?"

"Yeah," You nodded, "I didn't think pretending to be your Secret Santa was the way I'd woo you over,"

Larissa's eyes widened slightly, before she broke out into a soft laughter, placing another soft kiss on your cheek.

"And I didn't think that a good girl like yourself could do such a naughty thing," She teased, her lips falling to yours once more.

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-Akira

★★★𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 4: 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Knifes,

Genre: Fluff/Drabble

A/n: Day 4 people! Sorry for it being short, I had no ideas!

Word count: 0.3k

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"Are you sure you want to wrap gifts? It's tedious mon cherie," You asked with a chuckle, looking up at your ravenette girlfriends as you pulled the plastic off of the black spiderweb wrapping paper.

"Mi amor, I'm sure about it," Morticia smiled, pulling her black dress up to sit down next to you, whipping out a butterfly knife once she had grabbed her own roll of paper.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, watching as she made a perfect slit in the paper with a single motion of her hands. "Where'd you learn how to do that?" You asked, looking at her with amazement.

"It's my special talent," The older woman replied with a chuckle. "All of us Addams know how to wield a knife, it's in our DNA,"

You moved your line of vision to the presents, you smiled as you swiftly moved to wrap the paper around each box and jar. You had bought Wednesday multiple framed spider fossils along with a black sleeping mask that would block out all light that she was complaining about escaping into her room. Pugsly however, you got him a customized fishing pole with a custom tool kit to go along with it.

"So what'd you get me for Christmas nena?" Morticia asked, looking at you with a smirk as her hands moved quickly to wrap each gift perfectly.

"You'll find out on Christmas day, just like Wednesday and Pugsly~" You teased, smirking at her back as you looked down at your pocket, which held a wrapped ring with a letter of adoration attached with it.

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-Akira

★★★𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 9: 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: 3/4 of the way there! Time always flies, doesn't it?

Word count: 1.3k

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"Sweetheart, it's time to get up," Larissa tickled your sides softly, waking you up to thousands of snowflakes falling from the sky out the window. "It's snowing outside and I've made hot cocoa,"

"Wait it's snowing??" You quickly sat up, swinging your legs off the side of the bed to go look closer at the beautiful sight outside. "Larissa, look!" You beamed, placing your hand up against the cold window, leaving a slight print in its wake.

"I noticed that," Larissa chuckled, walking swiftly to stand next to you as you looked on with childlike wonder, secretly adoring your endearing nature.

"Ohhh I have an idea! We should wear those matching sweaters and go outside! There's enough of the stuff to make footprints!" You explained your idea, sharply and excitedly turning your head to look at your wife lovingly.

"I love that, that sounds delightful," The platinum blonde placed her hand over her other, holding her hands in front of her chest in the regal manner she always held.

"I'll go get them!" You beamed, running over to your closet and pulling out your matching Christmas sweaters, tossing the larger one to Larissa whilst you quickly got changed.

Larissa simply laughed as she caught the sweater, putting it over her tank top and slipping on a pair of leggings after removing her shorts.

After a couple of minutes of you two changing your clothes, you both walked into the kitchen to get the hot chocolates that Larissa had made.

"This is so good 'Rissa!" You smiled as the warmth of the cocoa filled your body, smacking your lips when you had finished your swig.

"I made it just how you like it, I'm glad it was up to your standards," Larissa looked at you, nodding softly in your direction.

"Anything you make is up to my standards, you know that," You laughed, taking another sip and relishing in the warmth that the drink brought you.

Larissa smiled, drinking out of her glass before placing it on the counter and looking at you.

"Hm, I must thank you, sweetheart," She said, taking a marshmallow in between her nimble fingers and placing the soft confection in her mouth, making sure to swallow before continuing to speak. "You've allowed me to take a break from my work, and that's helped me more than you'll know,"

"It's no problem 'Rissa, I wanted to make sure your Christmas was as good as possible, that can't happen when you have a bunch of work that you're forcing yourself to do," You replied sincerely, your eyes never moving from your hot chocolate.

Larissa smiled, glancing out the window to observe the snow before changing her vision to look at you.

"The snow has piled up, and I've checked the weather. It's not going to stop until tonight. Would you like to go outside now, sweetling?" The older woman asked, holding her gloved hand out for you to take.

You nodded excitedly, wrapping your hand around your wife's and using your other hand to open the door, shivering slightly at the cold blasted in your faces.

"Chilly," You giggled, stepping into the snow, watching with excitement as you and Larissa left a trail of footprints the further you walked into the white blanket that magically covered the yard.

"That it is, but I think the cold is beautiful," The platinum blonde spoke, her British accent as alluring to you as sugar is to a fly.

You remained silent, preferring to gaze up at your wife with an adoring expression, your eyes focusing on every beautiful detail on her.

The small crow's feet that formed at her eyes, the smile lines that formed around her supple red lips, her ice-blue eyes that sparkled at the beauty of the falling snow, her soft and regal hands that caught the snowflakes she admired, and the expression of pure joy on her face felt like something magical to you.

"Sweetling?" She broke you out of your thoughts, "You're staring again," Larissa smirked, bopping you on your nose.

You squeaked, your sudden noise turning into a full-on laugh as you covered your nose with one of your hands.

"You're adorable, you know that darling?" The blue-eyed woman remarked, lowering her hands to hold yours.

You chuckled.

"Well thank you, baby," You replied, squeezing her hands softly before pulling them away.

You ran over to a nearby tree, making a tiny snowman out of the piles of snow around the plant. You shivered slightly as some of the tiny crystals melted in your palms, leaving them wet and chilly, but not enough to stop you from enjoying the creation you were making.

Larissa walked up behind you, watching each of your movements closely.

'They're such a dear,' The blonde thought, tapping you on the shoulder once you were done building.

You turned around with a curious expression, only to see your wife holding her hand out to you.

"May I have this dance?" She asked with a soft smile.

You nodded eagerly, grabbing her hand to pull yourself up, giggling as she spun you around and held you in her arms.

"Of course, M'lady," You chuckled, your feet moving in synch with hers, the snow falling around you as graceful as your movements.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?" Larissa hummed, spinning you around gently and gently, watching with sharp eyes as she took in all of your features that were highlighted by the snowflakes dusted on top of them.

"You know that you're the best thing that's happened to me, right?" You asked in reply, twirling the taller woman around before dipping, causing her to laugh (and for you to blush).

"I guess we agree then," She laughed, pressing your lips together with a smile.

"I guess we are," You looked at her, twirling yourself into her embrace.

The two of you swayed in the wind, your cheeks reddening each time she placed a kiss on your forehead.

You laid your head back against her chest, feeling her heart against the back of your head.

"I love you, Rissa," You sighed, shutting your eyes.

"I love you too Y/n, more than life itself," Larissa replied, spinning you to face her before kissing your nose.

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-Akira

★★★𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 10: 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: I feel like I never have any motivation when writing for Morticia- But I'm trying 😭

Word count: 0.8k

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Words didn't describe how nervous you were as you fumbled with the ring box in your hand. Proposal? It seemed good in thought and writing, but attempting to do that was nearly impossible without some nervousness or fear.

You were yet to find the ring to fill the box, and you were standing right in front of a collection of rings, but none of them you found were perfect enough for Morticia.

"Hello there, do you need any help?" A young woman asked, leaning over the glass to face you.

"Yes, do you have any black diamond rings?" You asked, tapping your thumb against each of your fingers as an anxiety relief.

"Black diamond rings...?" The woman pondered, sinking to her knees as she looked for them.

You stood there for a minute, watching her dig around, looking for the ring.

"I'm sorry, all we have is this one," She frowned, handing you a diamond ring.

You took it in your hands, examining it closely. The ring was split into three separate bands, the first band was black and coated in black diamonds, the second was a gold band with regular diamonds, and the third was a full gold ring with a giant black diamond.

"I love it...holy..." You gasped, handing her your credit card, "I'm taking it,"

"Wonderful!" The shorter woman beamed, scanning your credit card and handing you a bag, which you denied.

"I'm alright, I've got the perfect case for it," You chuckled, placing the ring(s) inside the black velvet box that had a small gold foil rose design on top.

"Good luck, I hope they say yes!" She encouraged you, waving you goodbye as you walked away.

"Hello there Ma bien-aimée, what are you looking at?" Morticia approached you, her black dress draping perfectly behind her.

"Hey there Mi Reina," You smiled, hiding the ring box in your pocket before turning around and kissing her on her lips, pulling her by her waist and dipping her.

Morticia laughed, standing back up and twirling you around.

"You didn't answer me," She smirked, tossing some of her long black hair behind her back.

"You'll see eventually, you know. You really should learn to be more patient 'Tish," You remarked.

The ravenette rolled her eyes, walking off.

"I can wait a couple of days, I waited years for you~" She winked, blowing you a kiss.

You sat alone in the rain, holding an umbrella with the black box in your palm behind your back.

"You asked for me Mon Amour?" Morticia smiled, walking up to you without an umbrella, preferring to enjoy the weather around her.

"You got a rainy Christmas, Tish," You stalled, preparing for what you were about to say, fiddling with the velvet box.

"I did. It's the best Christmas I could have asked for!" She replied.

"May I do the honors and make it better?" You asked, taking a deep breath.

The ravenette nodded, looking at you curiously but also with a smug undertone.

"Of course, after all, you still have yet to give me a Christmas present," She teased.

You rolled your eyes, dropping your knee to the wet ground and holding the ring up to her vision.

"Morticia, you've made me so happy, I-I didn't even know how to express it in a simple speech. I got this ring with only you in my mind, as my girlfriend, will you change my thoughts and make me think of you as my wife?" You asked, tears brimming in your eyes.

The older woman froze, her hands coming up to cover her mouth.

"Oh...Oh Cara Mia," She cried, hugging you tightly, making you lose grasp of your umbrella as she pulled you into a kiss.

It felt warm like it always did, but her excitement only made it ten times better.

"Is that a yes?" You chuckled through tears.

Morticia nodded.

"It is Mon Cherie, it is," She kissed you once again, the cold rain on your bodies making the scene all the more romantic for you two.

hello honey! saw a masterlist for Marilyn T. was put up and you don't have to take this request if its too much!! can you write teacher/student dynamic where Marilyn takes reader on the couch? Reader could maybe be riding Marilyns thigh as she fingers her? thank you!!

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Character: Marilyn Thornhill

Summary: See ask above!

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL DI): NSFW, vaginal fingering (Marylin receiving), thigh riding (Reader receiving), praise kink, age gap (Marilyn is 32, Reader is 21), dom/sub dynamics (Marylin top/Reader bottom), teacher/student dynamics, slight overstimulation, a bit of a choking kink,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Sorry this took so long, Anon! I suffered a creative block, but thank you for being patient!

Word count: 3.6k

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A soft sigh escaped your lips as you entered the empty classroom of your favorite teacher, your body adjusting to the slight temperature change in the room that kept the plants inside healthy. You slid off your jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a nearby stack of chairs that Marilyn had kept in case her class had any extra people coming to listen to her lectures, but those people were rare.

The room was quiet, the walls painted a soft sky-blue color that always managed to put you at ease no matter what had occurred before entering the space. With the capri walls decorated with posters detailing the anatomy of different species of plant and the main rules of botany such as the differences between vascular and nonvascular organisms, the room was decorated like any typical college science classroom would be, the only thing truly bringing a warm and comforting aura being the person who sat at the desk in the front of the classroom.

Plants decorated the counters on the perimeter of the classroom, ranging from anything as simple as Aloe Vera to the more complex botany subjects like cyclamens and amaryllises. You had grown a couple with Marilyn during office hours and even during classes, and those were the ones she had most proudly displayed on her counters and even one sitting on her desk. The beautiful red petals of the amaryllis you had grown with her over the 3 years you had attended her class, and the 1 year you had been dating, brought a warmth to your cheeks that could have matched the plant's corolla.

You dusted off your skirt and walked over to Marilyn's desk as you gently sat on the edge of it, waiting for the redhead to make her way into the room for the "meeting" you two were supposed to have. In the meantime, you kept busy by reading off the posters on her walls, despite knowing everything about them. After all, you were her best student in more ways than one.

The words on the distant posters soon blurred together as your eyes lost their focus, your mind only thinking of what would happen once your girlfriend arrived. Would she just propose a sweet and simple date idea? Would she help you out with your classwork? Or would she do something else entirely? You prayed it to be anything but the classwork, as you knew you wouldn't get special treatment, she never played favorites when it came to grades after all. You didn't have to worry about that though, you were good at botany, and having a hot teacher you wanted to impress certainly helped boost your grades.

You thought for a couple of minutes, thinking about the woman you loved with your entire being. Her hair, how it so beautifully would gently caress her shoulders as she moved throughout the classroom. Her face, the expressions she'd make whenever you brought her a surprise or brought her over the edge. Everything about the woman filled your head seemingly out of nowhere, and it got your heart racing much quicker than what you considered to be normal. You were a botany major after all, not a cardiology one, so you weren't certain about what was normal and what wasn't, but you knew that your current heart rate fell into the latter category.

As the clock ticked audibly and you saw it reach 4:00, your thighs pressed together in slight annoyance. She was late. Normally you wouldn't mind, but now that you had been thinking about her so long that it got you riled up, you didn't want to wait a second longer to finally pounce on her.

Your mind just couldn't shake the concept of her taking you on her thigh, and you making her moan with your fingers. You weren't sure when your thoughts had become this lewd all of a sudden, but God were you enjoying the feeling in between your legs that came with it.

God, everything about that woman made you riled up. The way her slender fingers curled around her pencils the same way they curled around your neck. The way she punctuated words in her everyday speech just like how she'd punctuate her title to you as you rode her. But what got you the most was the way she would wrap her pretty lips around the cap around her pen to help her focus, like when she would suck her juices off your fingers or vice-versa.

Everything at this point was turning you on the more you thought of her.

You wanted her.

No- You needed her.

You needed to ride her thigh, have her choke you, and leave hickeys all across your neck so everyone knew you were hers. The ache in between your legs was nothing but a symptom of the thoughts in your head that were begging to be cured.

Only your girlfriend knew the way to release the empty feeling in your core, it always managed to surprise you how she knew your own body more than you did.

But after all, she always said that she knew what was best when it came to that pretty cunt of yours.

Your brain continued to think, the thoughts becoming more and more vulgar and inappropriate the longer you were left without the redhead. The fantasies in your mind eventually became so infatuated that you hadn't even noticed when the older teacher walked inside.

"Earth to Y/n?" Your girlfriend's voice called out; amusement laced deep into her voice.

"H-Huh? Oh! Mari!" You shook yourself out of your dirty daydreams to launch yourself onto the redhead whom you had been waiting on.

"Hello baby," She cooed softly. "Sorry I'm late, Dean Weems kept me for a bit longer than I appreciated,"

"It's okay, you can make it up to me later," You replied, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her passionately when you ended that sentence.

The taste of her was ravishing for you. You had been practically starved of her all day since she had been at a meeting and had her TA teach the class instead. Mixing that with your now heightened libido, you felt yourself kissing and tasting her as if you'd never see her again.

Marilyn chuckled at your sudden and obvious want for her as she pulled away for air.

"Someone missed me~" She teased. "Did you not enjoy today's class without me here? Hm?"

You smiled nervously, a warmth to your cheeks appearing.

"No, it was so boring," You shrunk into yourself a little bit, looking down at your shoes as you put your hands behind your back and rocked on the soles of your feet.

Marilyn smirked in reply, caressing your cheek with her soft hand that immediately helped to ease your need for her...at least a little bit.

She tutted before sucking her bottom lip behind her teeth, admiring you with her soft hazel eyes that always managed to captivate you.

"But did my TA do a good job today? I need to make sure I won't need to have a word with him," The older woman hummed whilst looking at you expectantly, after all, you always paid attention in class. So, you should know the answer to that, right?

"I think so," You shrugged, internally begging Marilyn to just skip the small talk about class and to help the heat pulsing in your cunt.

"That's not a definite answer honey," Your girlfriend chuckled, her soft laugh turning a bit darker as she slowly began to figure out what was going on with you.

"I don't know, I wasn't paying attention," You shrugged, rolling your eyes a bit as you continued to try and kiss her, only to be pushed away by the redhead.

Marilyn chuckled once more, giving your body a once-over before cupping your chin to keep you in place.

"And why is that? You're my best student. You should know to be a good girl and pay attention even with a substitute," Marilyn said in amusement.

You let out a whine as you felt yourself being separated from your lover, obviously not appreciating how much of a tease Marilyn was being.

"I was just tired, and...you make the class much more fun...He just talked and talked..." You replied, pouting slightly now.

"Awe...did my baby not have a good time in class? Is that why you're being all clingy to me now? Since you missed me so much and haven't seen me all day?" Marilyn asked, her tone becoming more torturing and instigating as her lips formed a small smirk on her face.

You broke away from her grip, kissing your girlfriend as fast as possible in a mix of pure need and starvation, soft whimpers escaping both of your lips when they finally collided.

The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds. After all, you weren't the one in charge here. Marilyn was.

"So you are starved...aren't you baby girl? Need your teacher to fix that little problem of yours?" She hummed with dominance and a mix of lust and love in her voice, her hand falling from your ass to cup your heated sex.

Your breath caught in your throat, only a whimper managing to escape as her fingers poked the cloth, teasing you and making you so frustrated because you knew they wouldn't go in and make you feel full.

"Mari-" You moaned quietly, her hand retracting from your clothed pussy to wrap around your neck.

"What's my name?" She cocked an eyebrow. "And don't get all shy on me now and act like this is some big surprise, you didn't do a good job of hiding how turned on you are,"

"Sorry, Miss Thornhill," You replied weakly, your brain in a love-drunk dazed as you looked down at her arm that held the hand choking you softly.

"That's a good girl..." Marilyn asserted, letting go of you and listening to you whine from the loss of her touch with a smug look on her face.

You started at her, your thighs already clenching and your chest heaving, God you looked ripe for the taking.

"Please- Please I need you," You whimpered, going back to try and cling to her. "I haven't seen you all day and I just want you,"

The redhead chuckled darkly, shrugging off her blazer and tossing it over to where you had chucked your jacket earlier.

"Oh, I know, darling. You haven't done a good job at keeping how wet you are under wraps," She laughed, holding onto your shoulders to keep you still.

"Then why are you teasing me?" You whined, huffing as your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Because it's funny to watch your little face get all frustrated," Marilyn replied with a fat smirk on her face.

"You're the worst," You groaned, leaning forward to cling to your older girlfriend.

Marilyn simply laughed once more, pushing you off of her.

"Now..." She began, sitting down on her desk chair and patting her thigh softly. "Go lock the door and straddle those pretty little legs around me, okay baby?"

You couldn't have moved faster as you practically sprinted to the doorknob and twisted the lock before walking up to your girlfriend and straddling her thigh, just like she asked.

Marilyn snickered darkly under her breath, cupping your ass with her hands as she took your lips in hers, sucking every last moan out of you whilst squeezing the soft tender flesh of your ass.

"Look at you," She broke the kiss, moving to your neck. "Such a beautiful little student, how'd I manage to lure such a gorgeous thing into my bed?"

"Because you're hot as hell..." You groaned in reply, pulling at your teacher's blazer to bring her warmth closer to you.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, little one," The redhead smirked before leaving a noticeable hickey on your clavicle. "I think I've teased you enough, why don't I give you a reward for being such a good girl?"

You nodded almost immediately, you knew how pathetic you looked, straddling your teacher's lap and begging for her to make you feel good, begging for her to relieve your aching cunt of the empty feeling it had been carrying.

"Please, I've been good, please!" You begged, wrapping your arms around Marilyn's shoulders and looking up at her with your best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, plus, I need to get off as well," Marilyn licked her lips.

Marilyn sat there for a few moments, examining your body with her eyes, each curve, each time your chest raised to take a breath, and every other tiny detail about your body.

"Take this off," She suddenly instructed, referring to her pants.

You swiftly moved to take off her belt, throwing it off of her body before sliding off her black work pants, revealing a beautiful pair of legs and a wet pair of black underwear.

"You're gorgeous, Miss Thornhill," You breathed out, settling yourself back on her thigh.

"Thank you, baby. But you can compliment me later. For now, I want you to take off both of our underwear," The older woman purred, watching as you scrambled to follow her directions.

"Yes Miss Thornhill..." You replied almost at the same time she finished her demand, having already tossed both of your soaked pairs of underwear with her belt and pants.

"Good girl..." Marilyn nodded, placing her hands on your hips, allowing your wet cunt to rub up against her thigh perfectly. "Now use your fingers and make me cum, and I'll take care of your little problem,"

"Yes- Yes, Miss-" You bit back a moan, your fingers falling to her now-dripping pussy.

Marilyn let out a soft moan as your finger teased her entrance, gliding over her slick mound before finally penetrating her core with your digit. Her walls clenched down against your finger, only giving you more of a challenge to stretch her around you.

"Fuck...Good girl..." She repeated, grabbing your hips and moving your cunt up and down on her thigh, angling her leg so that your sensitive clit would be affected by her movements as well.

Shivers shot up your body, bucking your hips.

Just the simple movements of this woman, her voice telling you just how much of a good girl you were for her. It had you going crazy.

"A-Ah-" You whimpered, grinding your pussy against her skin, your clit and hole desperate to get off after hours of being denied of your girlfriend's presence.

Her hands felt so in control as if you were stuck that way. She was always in charge, and that somehow sent more shivers up your spine. Her hands pulled your hips along her, her sharp green eyes watching as your cum was painted across her thigh.

Up and down.

Up...and down...

"Yeah...that's right baby, let me hear you, let me hear just how good I'm making you feel with just my thigh," Marilyn purred, wrapping her hand around your neck gently, moving her other hand to hold you just above your ass to guide you against her thigh.

"Fuck- Feels so g-good-" You breathed, your legs shaking the more your body melted into the older woman's.

Your hand continued to slide in and out of Marilyn's cunt, the warm white liquid coming out of her pussy trailing down your fingers as it only increased with the pleasure you gave her.

"Good girl...such a good girl- You're doing so good for me- Such a perfect little student...Fuck-" The redhead groaned, her walls fluttering around your digits as she tried to keep her composure, continuing to glide your cunt up and down her thigh.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your chest heaving up and down while your legs trembled.

"I need you- Please- More-" You whined, moving your hips quicker as you slowly moved another finger inside your girlfriend.

"Ah, shit~!" Marilyn winced in pleasure, tensing her grip on your throat as she moved your body, her gentle guidance slowly turning into practically manhandling. "Don't stop, Y/n! Keep going- Don't stop-"

Her voice- God it had you wrapped around her finger. Her whines, her soft whimpers, begging you not to stop with the promise of a reward, it was all so much for you.

The world around you disappeared, your eyes going blurry, the only thing on your mind was the pleasure coursing through your veins and the sensation of your nimble digits filling your teacher's cunt.

"Please- Just like that! Fuck you're such a good little girl- Such a good student- Fuck- FucKK-!" The older woman's breathing increased, her thigh tensing up to elect a mewl from you.

The sounds of the base of your fingers hitting her cunt filled the room, mixed with your moans as the air around you began to smell like sex and sweat. Your bodies mixed as your cum soaked her thigh and her cum soaked your fingers.

But it's not enough.

You need to be surrounded by her.

The hand not fucking Marilyn senseless tears off the redhead's button-up shirt, and no more than a second later are your lips attached to her chest, sucking on her nipple as if you weren't to ever taste her again.

"Fuck- I'm the one in charge here, baby- Don't go trying to act all dominant-" Marilyn grunted, her voice a mix between a groan and a whimper.

"Just..." You leave a hickey on her breast. "Wanna make you..." Another hickey. "Feel good..."

A smirk is brought to her face, and she smirks before tearing off your shirt and moving both of her hands to grind your hips. She's the one in charge after all. Not you.

"Oh, and you're such a good girl for that..." She moaned, noticing how heavy your breathing had become and how close you were getting to reaching your climax.

Shiny prints of her lip gloss were left across your neck as she kissed your soft skin, leaving the occasional bite mark as her hands cupped at your ass, helping your poor body rut out all the pent-up sexual frustration.

"Fuck- Fuck Mari-" You whined, your vision going fuzzy as you rubbed your clit against her skin.

"Hm? What was that?" Marilyn teased, puckering her lips a little to rub in your slip-up.

"S-Sorry- Miss Thornhill-" You immediately corrected yourself, not wanting to get a punishment and have your orgasm delayed even further.

"Good girl," The redhead chuckled.

The praise brought you nearly over the edge, and your grip on your girlfriend only increased as you sped your pace up.

"Fuck- I'm close- Please- Please let me come-" You begged, your breathing becoming ragged the more your hips moved.

The lower part of your stomach felt as if it was being filled with a hot liquid, and your muscles tensed up, your walls wrapped around her fingers, pulsing each time Marilyn curled her fingers and rubbed your G-Spot.

"It's okay, beautiful, it's okay. Come with me, come with me. Fuck-!!" Marilyn gasped as you added a third finger into her cunt.

Your legs shook, her words guiding you through your orgasm as the familiar feeling of coming close to the edge of a climax coursed through your body

"Fuck! Fuck! Please! God damn it!" You cried, eyes rolling back into your head. "Please! Faster! Please Miss Thornhill!"

Marilyn shuddered at the sound of your moans, her orgasm fluttering throughout her veins. She quickly moved her leg and rubbed it against your heat, making sure to rub at your clit.

"God I'm gonna come- Please- God damn it!" You moaned as she brought you over the edge.

The warm fire in your belly pooled as your body went fuzzy, sweat pouring down your body as you rutted out the last bit of your orgasm. Ecstasy pumped through both of your bodies as soft moans left both of your lips.

The world was fuzzy once you opened your eyes, and you still had your fingers nestled in Marilyn's cunt as she spoke to you, her voice being muffled by the after-effects of your little "session" together.

"H-Huh? What did you say?" You mumbled, looking up at your girlfriend's sweat-covered face.

Marilyn chuckled, as she lifted your chin with her hand, causing you to gaze into her gorgeous hazel eyes.

"I said, are you okay baby?" She smirked, pulling her glasses to rest them on top of her head.

You nodded, slowly sliding your fingers out of her soaked pussy before licking each drop of her juices off of your digits.

"Mhm...yeah...Are you okay?" You repeated the question.

"Yeah, don't worry about me baby," Marilyn wiped a few drops of sweat off of your face.

The two of you sat in silence, nuzzling into each other's embrace, the silence only being broken after a few more minutes had passed.

"Why don't you come back to my place, pup? You can sit on my lap just like this while I grade some essays," Marilyn suggested, squeezing your bicep just a bit to knock you out of your daze once again.

You blushed a bit, you hadn’t ever come back to her place in the whole year you two had been dating, as it was just never convenient for the two of you.

“W-What? Are you sure?” You stuttered out, sitting up a bit straighter, your legs still shaking from the pleasure you had just experienced.

“Yeah, I’d say it’s about time, wouldn’t you, darling?” Marilyn purred, smiling down at you.

You paused for a moment, before nodding.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” You smiled.

You went to stand up, but Marilyn quickly scooped you up into her arms.

“Where do you think you’re going? You know you still have to get dressed,” She chuckled, sitting you down on her desk before picking up your clothes.

As she slowly and gently slid back on your underwear, you looked down at the woman taking care of your body, and you smiled.

‘How did I get so lucky with this placement?’

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-Akira