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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Number 13 for marilyn please, maybe r goes to the greenhouse to ask for some help on something and sees marilyn having fun while moaning r's name

Hey there, anon! Thank you for the request and your patience. I love the idea, and I had such fun writing this little fic for you!! Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Feeling your Body ~Mommy!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Teacher!Reader

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#13. “Oh. Ohhhhh.” *intensely blushes*

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, semi-public smut, self-pleasure, fingering, teasing, pet names, mommy kink, praise kink, admittance of feelings, begging kink, degradation kink, implied future smut, implied voyeurism kink…?, implied exhibitionist kink…?, etc.

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You hadn’t meant to see anything. You swear you hadn’t.

You hadn’t meant to see this new, unfiltered side of Marilyn. This dominating, slightly sadistic side of her… The side of the red head completely spread out on her chair, fingering herself and moaning your name—

You had come to the greenhouses to ask Marilyn’s advice on one of the students, Wednesday Addams. You had knocked at her door, but the woman hadn’t answered. You called out her name lightly. Nothing. You then decided to open the door, see if Marilyn was in the greenhouse at all.

But when you opened the door, you found another sight entirely…

“Oh Y/N…” the sultry voice moaned.

You gulped and stepped into the greenhouse even more. And there before you, sat Marilyn, playing with herself with your name on her tongue. But you had given away your hidden nature. The woman suddenly stopped and looked up at you, and you were completely frozen.

“Well hello Miss L/N…” Marilyn purred seductively, “How can I help you…?”

“Oh. Ohhhhh.” You stammered, intensely blushing, and finally coming back to your senses “I’m so sorry Marilyn, I-I’ll come back later…!”

“Stay, sweet girl…” the redhead purred, “Why don’t you come help me over here…?”

You gulped and nod, slowly making your way over to Marilyn. She was swift to pull you into her lap when you neared her vicinity. You yelped at the action, making the woman chuckle.

“Did you like listening to me moan your name, Y/N…? Marilyn husked teasingly, emphasizing your name.

Shivers went down your spine at her words and you blushed even harder.

“I… Y-yes…” you whispered, embarrassed and looking down to the floor.

Marilyn took you by the chin and directed your gaze back to hers. Her eyes twinkled with dark lust and she smirked with wicked intentions.

“Such a little slut…” the red head murmured, her eyes really taking the time to take up and down your body frame.

You felt her eyes wander, making you squeeze your thighs needily, which didn’t go unnoticed by the woman.

“Oh, do you need something, sweet slut…?” Marilyn taunted.

“I… N-need you… please…” you whimpered.

The redhead’s face flashed with satisfaction at your pleading. Her hand started to crawl down to your trousers, unbuttoning them, pulling them aside. Before you could plead any more, her digits ran teasingly through your folds. You bucked your hips forward in spastic pleasure.

“Oh God—!” You breathlessly groaned, “Again again please!” You begged the redhead for more contact.

“You look so pretty when you beg, sweet slut…” Marilyn purred wickedly, while quirking her head and drinking in the utter deliciousness that was you.

Her fingers ran through your folds once more, then going to circle your clit. The redhead only pulled more reactions from you, spurring her on even more. Pretty soon, Marilyn was three fingers knuckle deep inside your aching pussy, thrusting and curling away to your and her own pleasure.

“Mmmm need… wanna… cum please—!!” You desperately moaned, clinging onto the redhead for dear life as she mercilessly fucked you.

“Say my name.” Marilyn demandingly purred, “Say it and I’ll let you cum…”

“M-mar… Marilyn—!!!” You cried out.

She started going harder and deeper with her fingers, her curls becoming brutal strokes against your walls, making you see stars before you even hit your high.

“Try again…” She taunted with a smirk.

“M-m…Mommy…!!” You begged with another cry.

This answer seemed to delight the woman.

“Good slut…” Marilyn cooed, “Cum for me, Y/N…”

God, your name on her liess once more truly sent you over the edge. You collapsed in the redhead’s hold, your whole body giving up on you as Marilyn fucked you to high heaven, up, over, and down your climax. Desperate moans and cries left your lips, which you muffled by screaming into the woman’s shoulder.

Pretty soon, you were a panting mess in Marilyn’s lap. She pulled her digits out of you and licked them clean, moaning at your taste. She then met your gaze once more.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time…” Marilyn panted with the biggest smirk, and all you could do was nod in breathless agreement.

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[m1lfsh4ke]

so THATS what’s under Marilyn’s clothes huh.

[cherryxsapphic]

I'm taking requests!! 💕

I know, I'm technically supposed to make a masterlist for these thing but I'm lazy so....

Here's who I will write for atm <33

Also fair warning I'm a very slow writer because of mental health issues and life. But I see your requests and I am writing them it's just, I like to take my time so I'm not giving "I'm selling you to one direction whattpad"

(to the people that used to write those and still do, I find them funny, keep doing what you're doing, I appreciate you 💐✨)

Poppy playtime 🧸

Miss delight, Mommy long legs, and kissy missy!!

That's not my neighbor ☣️

Selene Sverchzt, Elenois Sverchzt, and Mia stone for now...

Steven universe ⭐

Opal, Sardonyx, Garnet, Pearl, and obviously the diamonds (excluding pink/rose atm) <33

Outlast trials 💀

mother gooseberry, Emily Barlow, Dorris

Wednesday 🥀

Marilyn thornhill/Laurel gates, Larissa weems... for now

Also if any of y'all request anything please make sure to like at least give me a prompt, like come on pookies don't give me the bare minimum (I love y'all to pieces dw) ♡

I do write fluff, angst, I am capable of writing smut but I'm not the best at it, but I'll try my best!! 💖

[jasondeansgothwife]

put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle & let your friends pick their favorite of the first five songs!

tagged by @voiice-of-the-soul!! thanks so much <3

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[genghisthebrain]

have decided that wednesday shares the canon mummy issues experience of feeling love towards middle aged females who express any interest or pride in you whatsoever

[creative-caramel-coffee]

hiii, i don't know if you do these prompts/headcannons but can u do one based off the pot plant one you just did where marilyn finds out that reader got hurt because of her class? pls and ty! <3

Attack of the Pot Plant Part 2

Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: The aftermath of part one.

TW: Blood, fever, injury, infection, medicine

A/n as requested here is part 2 for y’all :)

You didn’t know what the time was when you woke up. The first thing you saw was the sun starting to dip below the trees out the window. As you came to you realised a gentle hand was stroking your cheek. With a lot of effort, you turned your head to look at the intruder.

Ms Thornhill sat on your bed, her hand gently tracing your cheekbone. When your eyes fell on her she smiled.

“Hello honey.” She said, “did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” You said pushing yourself upright against the head of the bed and rubbing your eyes. “W’as th’ time?” You asked with a yawn, and she let out a small chuckle.

“It's almost eight.” She responded and leaned over to your bedside table where she had seemingly left some supplies earlier. After a second, she turned back to you and gently guided your head to one side with her hand on your chin.

“Hold still for me sweet girl.” She said and gently placed the thermometer in your ear.” You rested your head against the back of the bed and let out a sigh, your eyes drifting closed. “Don’t go falling asleep on me just yet.” She teased and you let out a huff and opened your eyes. “There we go.” She smiled.

The thermometer beeped and she pulled it away to check the number, humming softly.

“The good news is its going down. The bad news is its going down, slowly.” She said and pushed up her glasses, placing the device back on the bedside table. “I’ve got some more medicine for you and i think it's time i changed those bandages and put on some fresh cream, alright?” She asked and you nodded still feeling sleepy.

She picked up a strip of tablets and popped out two, handing them to you. Wordlessly you took them and grabbed your water-bottle to chase them down.

Ms Thornhill studied you carefully the whole time as if you might break. She took the water-bottle and put it back on the bedside for you again.

“Now.” She said smoothing out her track pants “let's take a look at that bandage.” She smiled and held out her hand. You placed your arm in it, and she patted your hand. “This won’t take a moment.” She said and began to unwind the white wrappings. “Honey, you never did tell me how you hurt yourself?” She said as she worked. Depositing the old bandage in the bin and wiping down your arm gently.

“Um… so you know … that pot plant that broke this afternoon?” You said and she looked up with an expression of shock.

“Please don’t tell me this happened in my class.” Her face went slightly pale.

“Umm….” You said not really looking at her. She gently took your face in her hands and guided it too look at her.

“Darling when things like this happen you have to tell me.” She said softly and with undertones of concern.

“I-I… I’ll try.” You said with a half smiled.

“Good girl.” She said and patted your cheek. “Now let's finish this off and Yoko will be back with your dinner soon.”

She carefully spread some more cream over the wound and held the gauze over it as she began winding a fresh bandage over your arm. When she was done, she tied it off and put the rubbish in the bin by the bed.

Turning back to you she began fussing.

“How do you feel now?” She pressed her hand to your cheek. “You feel a bit less warm.” She noted to herself. “Does it still hurt?”

“I feel better. It doesn’t hurt that much.” You smiled and she smiled back.

“Alright.” She smiled and stood up, pushing herself off by her hands on her knees. She clapped and bounced on her toes twice. “If you need me i’ll be in my room or getting dinner. Don’t hesitate to call for me. If i find out you needed me and didn’t come get me, or send someone to come get me, you will be in trouble Ms L/n. Am i understood.” She said and you grinned dopily and nodded making her laugh.

“Good.” She said smiled once more before she left.

It was safe to say you did get her later, or at least, Yoko did. You had eaten dinner and gone through your night routine and as you settled into bed, you were feeling worse. Your fever had spiked, and it was both too hot and cold all at once.

Yoko had come out of the bathroom, given you one glance and declared she was going to get thornhill, giving you no time to argue.

Ms Thornhill was just settling down to read her book on plant species and their impacts on outcasts of northern America when there was a knock on her door. Praying it wasn’t someone coming to give her more marking or an extra lunchtime duty, she put in her bookmark and swung her legs out of bed, peeling back the warm covers. She slipped on her ugg boots, which were easy to put on in case she had to stop a student from sneaking out in the middle of the night and went to open the door.

She was mildly surprised to see Yoko standing there and immediately made the connection.

“What’s wrong with her?” She asked already heading to your dorm with Yoko following behind.

“Her fever spiked.” She said and Ms Thornhill’s concern grew.

“How badly.”

“Bad enough.” Yoko grimaced and the botanist arrived and opened the door. You were splayed out on the bed like a starfish, eyes half closed and murmuring nonsense under your breath.

“Shoot.” Ms Thornhill said and quickly came over.

She grabbed the thermometer from earlier and slipped it into your ear. You turned your head away and she grabbed your opposing cheek softly to hold you in place as she reinserted the device. Once it beeped, she let you go again and frowned at the number.

“Your right Yoko this is far too high. Can you fetch me a cloth from the bathroom please? We need to bring this down.”

She began to haul you up more onto the bed and position you in the pillows while you whined like a toddler.

“Work with me Y/n.” She said under her breath, and you curled into her side. She sighed and gave up. Yoko returned a moment later with the cloth and Ms Thornhill took it and laid it across your sweaty brow, brushing back the small curls with her thumb.

You mumbled something she didn’t catch and wrapped your arms around her midsection. She was surprised but simply patted your hand and ran her thumb over your knuckles.

Yoko was back on her side of the room now. Reading again.

Ms Thornhill sat with you for a while, checking your temperature with her hand and intermittently, the thermometer. Once you had detached yourself from her and about a half hour passed the fever was beginning to break. About another five minutes later and you were fever-free and resting soundly.

“Alright Yoko. You know the drill. Get me if she gets worse or needs something. I trust you will keep an eye on her for me?” Ms Thornhill asked and stood at the same time.

Yoko nodded and waved as the teacher left before burying her face into the book again. Some Stephen king type thriller slash horror, not much plot, but lots of blood. Fitting for a vampire at least.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

~~~

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[h-doodles]

anyways im all drawn out this tender 3 am but mrrp! wip snip on unfinished art for not going anywhere (pt.1) by @sarahpaulsonsoftie <3

You wandered into Marilyn’s Conservatory seeing her sitting with Larissa on her desk, mugs in both of their hands, and a third mug sitting beside you. Marilyn grinned, picking up the mug and handing it to you.

You smiled gratefully at her, accepting the mug. “Thank you.” You murmured, taking a sip of the coffee, (...)

- excerpt from the fic :)

if u cant tell this was actually my fave line and i wish i was a writer that i could expand THIS scene bc i always imagine Larissa & Marilyn tenderly looking @ reader who's just. peacefully enjoying their time together like!!!!!!!!! girl they're literally so domestic it's cavity inducing!!!!!!

[prettygreenpills]

Hello darling! I wanna ask for day 20, overstimulation with Marilyn Thornhill. Thank you so much, I love your works I can’t wait to read it!

-🎃

Hello anon, here it is!

KINKTOBER day 20 | overstimulation - Marilyn Thornhill

warnings: overstimulation, sub!marilyn, dom!reader, strap-fucking, eating out, strap-on sex, gxg, hair pulling, etc.

I know you can do one more

“Lay onto the bed baby,” you said as you pulled away from the already naked redhead and she looked at you with big doe eyes.

Marilyn laid onto the bed as fast as possible and you smiled for yourself. Taking the strap which she already prepared, you put it on and adjusted the clips. Marilyn was watching your every single move, swallowing you with her big doe eyes.

When everything was ready, you made your way over to the bed, elegantly. Kneeling onto the mattress, you knelt onto your right knee first which was followed with the left one.

“Please Y/n,” Marilyn started begging already and all you had to do was prepare the toys you wanted to use on her. The smile grew on your lips and you leant down between her legs to reach her beautiful pale face.

“What are you begging for pretty?” You asked and softly licked her neck. Marilyn moaned in response and she tilted her head to the opposite side.

“I- use the strap. Please-“

“Oh I will,” you smiled and took Marilyn by her hips. You turned her lower body, so you could still see her beautiful breasts and when you looked down at her ass… “Will you take me darling?”

“Yes-“ she breathed out because you already brushed your tip against her and your hand stroked her left ass cheek. “I will take you. Please-“

“That’s a good girl, isn’t she?” You chuckled and put your tip against her. Sliding lower on the bed, you supported yourself on your hands which were by her head by then and then you softly moved your hips.

“Yes please-“ Marilyn moaned and she gripped the pillow with her fingers. You pushed your whole length inside of her, piece by piece, slowly. Just to make sure you wouldn’t hurt her. When Marilyn moaned from the pleasure, you smiled for yourself and kept moving your hips slowly, making sure you were hitting the right spot inside of her. And when Marilyn didn't stop moaning, your hands found her beautiful and round boobs. Squeezing them in your hands softly, you didn't stop with the thrusts, making the redhead whine out.

"That's right darling, you are taking me so well," you praised the woman you happened to be pounding into. Marilyn moaned at the praise and your hips kept meeting hers.

“Fuck, Y/n-“ she let out a really delicate moan for you. Your response to this was that you softly squeezed her breasts feeling her skin sliding under your fingers as if Marilyn was made of honey.

“Darling,” you breathed out while you were trusting into her and your eyes closed. The picture of the naked woman under you seemed to be printed on your eyelids. So you opened your eyes again, meeting Marilyn with wide opened mouth and you were taking in all of her moans. “That’s it Marilyn. You look so beautiful when you’re laying under me and taking my strap.”

“Please faster- oh god-“ she arched in her back and you were ready to give the woman what she wanted.

You took her by her hips and turned the whole woman so she was laying on the bed, face down. You took her hips and pulled them up.

“Hands Marilyn,” you breathed out and when she put them onto her lower back, you took them and held them in the place, using a bit of your strength. Your hips started automatically moving backwards and forwards, hiding your cock inside of her.

“Y/n,” Marilyn moaned softly and after that she let out a whine.

One of your hands was holding hers and the other one landed on her ass. You let your hand rest there and you closed your eyes as your thighs were moving forwards with your hips as well.

“Oh-“ she moaned into the pillow and your hand continued lower, brushing her thighs.

All you could think of was the red haired woman which was kneeling in front of you. Well, laying. Her beautiful ass presented to you was making sure your eyes stayed on the same spot for a little bit of time and when you looked away, it was her back. God the woman was so beautiful like this.

“That’s it Marilyn. You’re such a good girl. If you want to, you can stimulate your clit for me.”

You almost didn’t have time to finish your thoughts and the woman’s hand immediately flew between her thighs. Marilyn moaned at the feeling and you didn’t even bother yourself with stopping.

“Dear god- oh Y/n,” Marilyn moaned softly and your eyes closed. It felt like heaven listening to this woman moaning out your name while you were deep inside of her.

The little valley between her asscheeks made her ass even more outstanding. From the coldness you felt, you could say that the woman was leaving some feelings inside of you. Oh what would you give up to feel her clenching…

You released her hands. Taking her by her hips for a second, you pushed yourself even deeper than you had been already and you laid onto her back, pushing your hips up.

A moan which all of the pleasure had created in the woman escaped her and your hips got into work again.

“Fuck-“ she somehow managed to let out and you leant to her ear, brushing her hair out of your way.

“Are we close darling?”

“Yes- please!” Marilyn whined. That made your smile grow wide and all you did was pulling back. You smacked her ass once more and then your hips took the highest speed they could.

Watching your cock disappear in her and listening to her beautiful moans which were filling the room seemed to be even better than any sex you had had with her before. Of course you knew what was this woman capable of, but this one was… different.

Marilyn’s hand got faster. As you realized the fast circles she was drawing, you took her by her hair and softly pulled, knowing what she liked.

“Y/n!” Marilyn moaned out louder and her body shook softly right in front of you. All you did was moving your hips softly and slowly, to let the woman ride out her high. As you pulled out and realized how she came all over your cock, you smiled for yourself.

“Okay love?” You asked her softly once your movements totally stopped and you waited for her to nod her head. By that little movement she agreed to your unasked question which was if you could pull out. And you did. Slowly.

“Oh,” Marilyn mumbled and you let go of her body. Taking the strap off, you got off the bed and knelt in front of it, watching the redhead.

“Come to the edge love,” you murmured and Marilyn looked over at you. When she saw you kneeling at the end of the bed on the floor, she moaned and rushed over to you through the whole bed. “Good girl, a very good girl as I see,” you brushed her thighs with your hands and looked up. “Now I’ll need you to spread open your legs for me. Last one I promise,” you promised her and Marilyn did as she was told.

She laid back, opened her legs for you and presented you her dripping core. You felt how your saliva got collected in your mouth and before you dove down between her thighs, you swallowed hardly. And after that there was nothing what was stopping you from eating her out.

Your hands grabbed her thighs. With closed eyes you licked Marilyn from the bottom part to the top and you moaned at the taste.

“Fuck-“ she moaned out and she took you by your hair. Her nails were giving a beautiful massage to your scalp and when she pulled your hair from time to time, you knew that you were doing so good.

Your tongue went up to her clit and you started playing there a little. Swirling your tongue around her little bud of nerves, you looked up at her. When you saw Marilyn being arched in her back and pushing her breasts high up into the air, you almost moaned.

Continuing lower, you licked her again. And after that, she took your attention again, so you slid inside of her with your tongue, making it really easy with your own saliva.

“Oh Y/n- you’re doing so good-“ she moaned softly and you realized her hand traveling across her stomach. You let her reach her own clit and please herself, knowing what she liked. “Fuck-“ a breathless moan left from between her delicate lips again as she circled her clit with her fingers and the muscles on her legs contracted.

You knew that she was close. The more you were playing with her, the faster she came. It didn’t really take long and you felt her throb against your face. It brought smile to your face, but you couldn’t stop. You had to go on.

“Y/n-“ she moaned out your name softly, “please- I’m close-“

“I know,” you mumbled against her only and you tapped her thigh. Marilyn supported herself on her elbows and she looked down at you. As she had the sight of you between her legs and since you were keeping the eye contact… that sent the woman straight over the edge.

“Oh my-“ Marilyn gasped only and she arched in her back the best she could. You kept eating her out and you helped yourself with your own hand, stimulating her clit. “Yes- yes-!”

Her thighs clenched around her head but it didn’t bother you. You just kept going on until you wouldn’t get the last drop the redhead had to offer. And when she started closing her legs slowly, letting you know that there wasn’t any sign of pleasure again, you softly pulled away.

“You taste amazing baby,” you whispered and chuckled. Marilyn just breathed out and you smiled for yourself, kissing her thighs.

[metalbrojack]

John 5 is married though

Yeah

I want his wife too? Rita is so pretty..

[m1lfsh4ke]

I just KNOW yall saw Cristina’s muscles in that one interview. IT HAS ME GASPING FOR AIR OH LAWD

[cherryxsapphic]

Hear me out <3

She may have murdered one of our favorite characters but she's a plant mom and she's adorable so...

[groinattack3]

Marilyn Monroe Ballbusting

[riccismy-life]

mama I'm in love with a criminal And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical...

@christinasriccinumberonefan @christinarricci @clyn4ever

@cursedbambii @leonorasbabygirl @thisismejessiep

@marilynthornhill @marilynthornhillsimp12 @marilynthornhilllover

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[outlawssweetheart]

My mother is a traumatized mentally ill Gemini with Mommy Issues, as am I, so it makes sense that Marilyn Monroe is the patron saint of our house. Marilyn Monroe merchandise and photos everywhere. There is even a giant MM puzzle collage in the hallway that my aunt made for my mom years ago.