#marilyn buck

[nvoirs]

Leon taking the fem reader’s virginty for the first time, but he is an experienced gentleman and the reader is a sweet girl who has been corrupted by the likes of this man. 👀👀

Can you include Praise and body worship please?

I'm so sorry this to so long, I hope you like it <3 Also I apologise if my writing font and style keeps changing I'm just trying to figure out what works best for me.

Leon was every woman's dream man. He had the looks, the charm, the personality you name it. His witty, flirty nature made the ladies giggle and swoon for a matter of fact. So although it had been a good six months since you and him started dating you still questioned yourself as to why he chose you? You were a boring plain Jane, not some glamorous Marilyn Monroe that swept Leon off his feet.

Six months and only kisses remained. Don’t be wronged though, the kisses could be very heated and you loved it. You craved more though, you wanted Leon to touch you lower and lower until-

Snapping out of your trance when you saw Leon himself crouched in front of your hunched over form on the couch.

“Hey, are you good? Looked like you were hypnotised.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, doing fine.” You sighed.

He raised an eyebrow, a quizzical look that basically said you seriously lying to my face?

“Tell me what’s up, promise I won’t laugh.”

To be honest Leon was also getting distracted, not by daily stresses but by yourself. That low cut top you wore was just a little too low, and your lips looked nice and soft, plump and coated in a sparkly peach pink gloss. It took all of his willpower not to take you right then and there. He was aware you still suppressed your virginity, and he did not want to rush you into things you may possibly regret.

“Okay.. Leon, I want to take it to the next stage with you.”

No way did you mean what he thought you meant..

“Yes, I mean sex.” The pinkish blush evident on your cheeks slowly crept up as you squeezed your hands together waiting for an answer head hung low.

“If that’s what my girl wants, I’m going to give it to her.”

Taking your hands in his he guided you to your own bed, slowly pushing you into the soft, foamy mattress. His lips mushing with yours as he sloppily kissed you trying his ever so hardest not to quicken things. He wanted your first time to be special, gosh he was so lucky knowing he was your first.

You bit your lips as you watched from below him, a string of saliva following as Leon broke the kiss. He could taste the peach flavour of your lips, pulling off his t-shirt his naked torso on display for you to gawk at. His incredible build had you in a trance, the way his muscles and biceps flexed deliciously when he leaned back down onto the bed.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby, you hear me? Now lift your legs.”

You complied to his soft request, lifting your legs and hips so he could shimmy of your pj shorts. The cold air hit your thighs but was enveloped in a warmish, wet feeling. His tongue. Leon moved his head towards the apex of your thighs beginning to gently kiss them before moving to the inner thigh. He looked at you before diving down to place a flurry of ticklish open mouthed kisses before sinking his teeth into one thigh.

You jolted at the sudden change in demeanour it felt surprisingly good sending a shock straight to your now throbbing core. His nose nuzzled against the cotton of your underwear, right on the soiled part that had been stained by your arousal oozing itself out of your sensitive cunt.

“Smells s'good, can I take this off for you sweetheart?” The string of desperate whines were all Leon needed to know that yes you did want it. Taking his sweet time pulling down your panties completely off and staring at your glistening treasure. So wet and aroused just for him he couldn't wait to dig in.

“Baby this all for me, hm?” Bringing his ring finger to your wet folds flicking upwards to get a little moan out of you, your hips bucking into the air.

“I'm gonna put a finger in, gonna make you feel real good you hear me?” Your furious nodding made Leon's arrogance grow, coating his fingers in your sticky slick he rubbed at your entrance.

“Please Leon, put it inside.”

“It'll hurt angel, but I promise It's gonna pass real soon.” Before you could respond he'd eased his thick, long fingers into your tight, wet hole making you cry aloud. Gripping his free arm, squeezing it as he began to slowly thrust his fingers inside of you. The pain began, but ended just as Leon had mentioned it would. Pleasure clouded your thoughts, you'd been missing out if this is what it felt like to be fingered. But maybe it was just Leon and his skilled fingers.

His pace never faltered, wanting you to reach your first proper orgasm with him; he added a second finger stretching you out invitingly for when the time came. Broken whines and gasps left your dry throat, pressure building  in your stomach you couldn't speak your words lodged in your throat as you came all over Leon's fingers.

“That's right baby all over my fingers, gonna lick it all up f'ya.”

Slowly pulling out, Leon had a sly smirk painted across his angelic features. If you were this loud with only his fingers, how would you react to his cock? Well guess he'd find out very soon. Bringing his fingers to his pinkish lips he licked them teasingly, looking at your blanked out expression.

“Are you ready for the real deal, my angel?”

“Yeah Leon please, want your cock inside me.”

Oh so straightforward you were, it's one of the things that Leon absolutely adored about yourself. He had no idea how you were still a virgin, but maybe you did believe in destiny and waited for him. His low growl felt possessive, pushing you back into the plush pillows he unbuttoned your low cut pyjama top before chucking it aside. Just as he had suspected from earlier you were wearing no bra. He chuckled, grabbing both your breasts and kneading them between his fingers. Thumb pads dancing over your hardened nipples, grazing them teasingly before latching his sweet mouth onto one. Your mewls made him weak to the knee, his excitement grew in his pants wanting to desperately be inside of you just as much as you wanted it.

Sliding his pants and briefs of his meaty thighs, Leon advanced towards you again spreading your legs forcefully before leaning down into your ear. “M’gonna make you feel so, so good you look so pretty like this baby.”

“Please Leon.” Your gentle request made Leon’s heart flutter, he really just couldn’t get enough. It felt so intimate, you trusted him and he wanted to prove to you that he was the only one for you.

Grabbing himself and positioning at your tight entrance he pushed in, the acoustic melody you made somewhat between a cry and a moan made Leon soften as he allowed you to adjust to him.

Crystalline tears filled your eyes from the pain of your boyfriend stretching you out and making a home of you nestled deep inside. Sniffling you managed to speak up, tapping the blonde's shoulder. “Can move now Leon- please.” Obeying Leon began to slowly thrust into your guts making your shaky breathing louder, the air felt stifling hot and you didn’t know where to look as you locked eyes with his pale blue ones.

“Aw my baby, shh It’s okay now why’re you crying my darling? Did It hurt you a lot? I’m so sorry my love, do you need anything?” Leon’s million questions floated right past your mushy brain, but you requested one thing.

“I want you fuck-” You whimpered as he sped up hitting a particularly treasured spot of yours but you continued your sentence. “To be closer ha- to me please!”

Leon closed the distance between your sweaty bodies, his chest pressed against your boobs, his hold on your thighs tightening as he ploughed your guts out. “S’ pretty, so gorgeous I love you so much.” He was met with an a Capella of mewls before he felt you cumming around his cock, your fucked out face blanking out while coming down from your high.

“Come on baby one more for meh, can’t let you off. It's your first time you need at least two, trust me.” And before you could even respond he was already overstimulating your insides, your fingers curled in his honey coloured hair. His face buried between your tits, you could smell his hair that lavender shampoo he always used, he smelled so damn good you had your eyes fluttering shut.

“Cum with me baby, I know you can c’mon please, please?” Leon’s guttural groan had you cumming for a second time tonight, you felt his warm, thick cum drip inside of you pulling out and collapsing on the bed. Leon caressed your shoulder lightly kissing the small freckle you had there.

“Thank you Leon, I love you no one can change that I pinkie swear on it.” You stuck out your finger cutely.

Just as he had thought, such an unpredictable and straightforward little thing, but he stuck out his pinkie all the same.

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[slut4daviii]

character: y.itadori | r.sukuna

pt: 02/02

cw: threesome, cum-eating, praise (itadori), degradation (sukuna), orgasm denial, brat/brat taming, size difference, face-fucking, mind-games, dumbification, masturbation, belly bulge, marathon sex, body worshipping, incest (indirectly), sexuality denial, fingering, eating-out, overstimulation, heat-play, breath-play, choking, objectification (sukuna), breeding, exhibition, voyeurism, marking, sadist (reader), masochist (sukuna), power-play, edge-play, humiliation, spanking, hair-pulling, biting, intense foreplay

summary: “being gay is like being funny, one day your joking, the next, you are the joke” -Marilyn Monroe 2026 also, please do not have sex with someone who is having sex with your siblings

a/n: the quote above is satire, please do not take it seriously. also, minors | fem-aligning DO NOT INTERACT omfg this was good until it wasnt. extreme shit. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

title: two down, nothing to prove

wc: 2000+

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“nmgh! fgmh! [name]! fuchk— fucking stop it!” Sukuna berated you, his voice dipped in honey— the words lining your spine with a tingling that only seemed to grow in magnitude as he continued to whimper against you. “hngh! [n—name] too much! gonna— g’cum!”

you reeled yourself backwards, basking in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. his disheveled appearance only entwining the growing heat in your stomach.

his body— tasting like a mixture of milk and honeycomb only pulled you back in, marking each inch of skin with either dark hickeye’s or snoppy bite marks and kissed.

he writhed against the feeling, wanting to tell you off but, he couldn’t. you were doing too good. your tongue was working miracles on him yet you hadn’t touch his cock yet.

“pl—please [name]! touch me! please touch—mnph!” his lips were soft, slightly bruised due to your abundance of kisses beforehand. the two of you had been making out for at least an hour; you were edging him, kissing him until his lungs burned with carbon dioxide then grinding against his ever-growing boner. he couldn’t take it.

breaking the kiss, he turned his head to the side and gulped, “hah— haah! [name], I need to ugnh!” you began to kiss his neck again, licking from behind his jawline to his adam’s apple before baring your teeth to a bite of the metaphorical ‘forbidden’ fruit, eliciting a sharp groan from him.

his hips bucked wildly against yours. trying to get you to let him cum. but, you stopped him with your thighs, pinning his to the bed will using your dominant hand to hold both of his wrist down. you looking at him with a predatory glance, making him shrivel into himself. “what’s wrong? don’t ya wanna cum?” he nodded frantically, trying to move but being unable to.

“mnh! [name]! do some’ing! I can’t hold it any longer!” he cried, his voice cracking with pleasure. you gripped the waistband to his pre-cum soaked briefs, ripping them off with a second thought. out-sprang his reddened cock, throbbing and twitching, the veins bulging slightly.

you reached over to his dresser, opening the top drawer to reveal a golden ring, roughly the size of his cock. you smirked and brought it over to him. “you wanna have some fun?” you sadistically smiled down at him. he shook his head, clearly showing that the two of you had totally opposite definitions of ‘fun’

“aww, c’mon S’kuna, I want to see how long it takes until you break.” sliding the ring onto his cock was slightly harder than you thought, only due to his constant wrestling against the cold metal. you pushed the ring a good distance down his cock before bring that same hand to his neck, pressing on the sides. “stay still, or I’ll leave you just like this, all hot and dry.” you tighten your hand, making his body convulse softly and eyes roll backwards. “understand?”

through his own dry orgasm, he nodded. this left you with a smile. “see, you can handle it for a lot longer.” you removed yourself from his bed and ducked under the bed, pulling out a box of assorted toys. “holy shit, you really are a slut.” you mumbled, more to yourself than him. not that he could even focus on you.

you pulled out four different things: another cock-ring, a dildo, circular vibrators, and an electroshock padding. “oh, we’re gonna have a lot of fun S’kuna.”

his cock twitched at the sight of the toys, and as much as he shook his head, you and him both knew he wanted it. you placed one knee on his bed, your face showing unbridled glee. “I wonder….” your hands moved to the lube on his dresser, flicking the cap and squeezing a generous amount on your digits “…how Yuuji would react, knowing that his brother was such a low-down cock-whore.”

“m—m’no— m’not a—a whore!” his words were sloppy, inconsistent and utterly euphoric. they made your cock throb within your own clothing, but you were saving that for someone else. slowly, you pushed your index finger into Sukuna, thrusting softly before curling it to rub along his velvety sweet walls.

Sukuna incoherently moaned, begging and occasionally screaming to [name]: “I w’cum. cuhm— fugking whanna— wantta cuhm!” the sound just pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

“what was that? you wanna cum?” you asked, bring your other hand to Sukuna’s cock while simultaneously inserting another finger into the silky surface of his body. you must’ve been multitasking to the highest degree, jerking him off and scissoring his slick insides.

“nghk! FUHK! cum! cum! cum’n! cum’n! gon—g’cum!!” Sukuna threw his head back, but, in a slightly anticlimactic fashion, nothing happened. nothing at all. only a few twitches followed by an obscure amount of crystal clear pre-cum withdrawing from his tip.

“I thought you were gonna cum, S’kuna? where’s the good stuff?” you continued to softly twist your hand in a semi-circular way, moving up and down his shaft at an even pace— also thrusting three fingers into him. “I bet Yuuji would’ve came. he’s a good boy, much better than you.” your nonchalant insults went straight to Sukuna’s cock, making him throb while letting out a string of quick butterfly screams.

“yeah, I should get Yuuji, he’d be much better. at last he’s not a dirty slut. he has dignity and respect for himself.” your voice and thrust began to match each other, more harsh straightforward strokes that echoed off the walls of Sukuna’s room in an almost erotic, indelicate manner.

“hm? should I bring Yuuji hear? fuck him until he passes out? and leave you with nothing?” you asked, despite knowing his answer.

“n—unt uh— plu— pluhse! not Yuuji! ‘lease no ‘uji” Sukuna slurred.

you took your hand away from his cock, also pulling your fingers from the warmth of his insides. this time replacing them with the two circular vibrators. they were a decent size, and remote controlled. you stuck one inside of him, followed by the other and turned them on.

the reaction was immediate. Sukuna writhed against his sheets, his eyes lidded with euphoric excitement. you took the dildo from beside him and pushed the tip inside of him, slowly increasing the number of inches inside of him.

you bit your lip, turned to get the electo padding but catching something out of the side of your eyes: Yuuji Itadori, panting and masturbating against the hallway wall. now this, this made you smirk a devilishly delight.

you took the electro padding and began to stick it to Sukuna, one on the inside of his right thigh, repeated on the left side. you also attached on to his lower abdomen, neck and both forearms.

with the remote in your hands, you took a step back and cocked a hand on your own sweatpants, palming yourself out of pure eloquence.

“Yuuji” you called, looking over at the door a few seconds later. “do you wanna do the honors?” through tired eyes, Sukuna sat up, glancing around the darkened room. “uji? h—here? wher’? n—no get ou—out!”

you grinned at this, beckoning Yuuji to come closer, to which he did, rather quickly actually. he stood in front of you, his eyes innocently wide. you couldn’t wait to ruin him— take every bit of innocence away from his body.

you gave him the remote, moving your hands to his waist. you applied pressure, squeezing your cock between you and his ass. it was the best thing to graze the earth. “oh, Yuuji.” you moaned, grinding against him. “do you wanna be my good boy?”

Yuuji turned to look at you, the expression in his eyes mimicking a more tame look of lust. silently, he began nodding.

you nestled your head into the crook between his shoulders and neck and breathed, inhaling the sweet scent radiating off of him. “use your words baby.”

your hands fell to his cum-soaked boxers, ghosting his bulge. but, an insatiable desire for him to say yes overtook you— and you slipped the tips of your fingers into the sides of his briefs. “c’mon Yuuji, I need to fuck you.” you ground against him harder, the harsh movement making him yelp. “can I?”

a beat of silence.

a second.

a full five seconds of Yuuji’s heartbeat.

“Y—yes, please.”

That was all you needed to push him to his knees, taking the remote from him— and turning it to the first setting.

a faint buzzing filled the room and Sukuna arched his back, his hands coming up to grip at anything around him. “[name]! c—cuhm!! m’ex—ploded—explozing!”

you smirked, turning the voltage to a higher setting for a collective five seconds before turning it all the way off. then, a thought crossed your mind.

you raked your hands through Yuuji’s hair, pulling him from the ground and throwing him beside Sukuna. you pulled your shirt over your head, slipping out of your sweatpants and crawled to them, making Yuuji blush a deep crimson. “no need getting shy now, we’re already this far.”

Yuuji looked at his brother, his expression morphing into a desire-filled one. second idea.

you shifted Yuuji so that he was kneeling in front of Sukuna’s cock, the red color now reaching down to the base. “you ever wanted to make Sukuna go crazy? well, this is how.”

[name], with more lube, inserted a finger into Yuuji, muting his moans by shoving his head onto Sukuna’s cock. he wanted Yuuji to be prepared but he needed it to be quick, he was bordering desperate.

while scissoring Yuuji, with one hand, he removed the electro-padding from Sukuna and transferred it to Yuuji’s spine. the six pads lining him like a tattoo.

desperateness began to claw at you, the need become too high. you pulled Yuuji off Sukuna and took off the cock-ring, quickly forcing him back on the length.

Yuuji gagged and choked, the warm semen of his brother flooding every inch of his mouth like a bat out of hell.

you pulled your sweatpants off and quickly thrusted into Yuuji, withdrawing a high-pitched moan from him. you pulled Sukuna under the two of you, making him watch as you fuck his brother— a front row seat.

you pulled yourself from him, the tip solely remaining before you snapped your hips forward, the sound of your hips colliding with Yuuji resulting in a sudden shock of clapping.

Yuuji writhed, the feeling of you driving into his organs with no mercy was beyond anything he had ever felt, a mix of pain and pleasure that he would grow to love.

Sukuna, bordering unconsciousness, moved himself to take Yuuji’s tip into his mouth, and each one of your thrust pushed the younger’s cock deeper, making both twins moan out pleasantly.

you grunted deeply, feeling your orgasm approaching much quicker than you had anticipated. you grabbed the remote and turned the voltage to its max, tasing Yuuji in a sudden burst. his body buckled and fell into Sukuna, forced the boy to deep throat him.

you pulled Yuuji’s hair, making him arch his back at such an angle both you and Sukuna had him taken to the base. you laughed at the scene, making both brothers moan, awaiting your praise. “Yuuji, your such a good boy, taking me so well.” you looked at Sukuna and began laughing again, the sound burning bullets of shame into Sukuna’s skin.

“heh! you’re so hungry for dick that you’re sucking you own brother?” Sukuna shriveled but kept going, wanting to please both you and Yuuji. “wow, you are just a cumdump.”

Yuuji finally came, his body convulsing with the arcs of lighting traveling through his body. he moaned, the triple stimulation never ending. “good job Yuuji, now let me fuck you a little longer and I’ll let you have my kids.” you praised to the fucked-out boy.

Sukuna, hearing this, removed Yuuji from his mouth, whining to you, “b—but, I wa—want daddy’s kids!” you had to admit, hearing him so desperately moaning about having your cum was extremely hot.

it made it easier for the knot in your stomach to come undone, and you quickly pulled out of Yuuji, flipping him over and jerking your cock over the two boy.

they opened their mouths to take you, but you wanted more. “gnh! get on your knees.” the boy quickly responded to the demand, going on wobbly knees and hands with their tongues out.

you grabbed both their head, sliding your cock between the two at a rapid pace, “hnk! here, fuck! here it comes!” the two began panting, drool covering your balls and trailing down their chin.

you came almost immediately, the sticky ropes of cum shooting into their mouths and chins. some even landing on their faces. you smiled at this, falling back in a chair.

the two began making out, their tongue covered in your kids, passing it between each other before swallowing it. Yuuji crawled off the bed, connecting his lips with your tip, milking you for any extra cum. Sukuna tried to join but, with all that happened, he was bed-ridden.

you looked down at Yuuji, his cat licks slightly overstimulating you, “mh, who’s a good boy?”

“me! me! m’daddy’s good boy!”

“good job, Yuuji.”

you looked at sukuna and smirked, “and who’s my little slut?”

Sukuna, winded, made a motion to himself, mumbling “me.”

you smirked and sank into the seat.

“we should do this every weekend.

Jesus fucking christ, what did i just write.

also the ending felt rushed, but it is 4:23 inna morning, I am publishing this, masturbating then going to bed.

see yall tomorrow

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you do "Angry mommy morticica x r"?

when r flirt with marilyn and morticia had enough and decide to take r home and give her a painful punishment like 30 and they end up having comfort sex?

Hello there @batlove4ever 🙃 Thanks for the Morticia request!! I took some inspiration from @puppyboibutch , so check out their blog 💞🫰🏻 I also included a song for this Fic 😚🫶🏻 FYI this is pure. filthy. smut.

Pretty Pouty Puppy ~Morticia Addams xFem Reader xfeat. Marilyn Thornhill

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#30. “Fuck off” “What, on you?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!!, smut, possible infidelity/cheating, possessiveness, possessiveness kink, kissing, overstimulation, smutty smut, mommy kink, punishment kink, angry mommy, pet names, bondage, vibrator use, orgasm denial, masturbation, overstimulation, strap-fucking, doggystyle, praise kink, implied degrading kink, bondage kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were straddling Marilyn’s lap on her chair, your lips intertwined with hers. You were both in her classroom, after school hours. Marilyn bucked her hips up into yours, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips into the red heads. You pulled back slightly and giggled.

“You really think this will work?” You panted.

You were met with a mischievous gaze from the red head.

“Babe, you said you wanted to make Morticia jealous right?” She reminded you of your past whinings and complaints of how nothing you did seemed to rile up the raven haired goddess.

You bit your lip and nodded with a cheeky grin.

“Trust me, this will get her panties in a twist…” Marilyn chuckled, “I already texted her; all we have to do is wait for—”

Your lips smashed back into Marilyn’s before she could finish her sentence. You were one hundred percent on board with this, because Marilyn was right. You wanted to make Morticia jealous, you had tried literally everything and you were desperate.

With a swift swing, Marilyn’s door suddenly opened. Everything went so silent, you swore you could have heard a pin drop… You froze in the red heads lap. Your breath hitched. You could feel the tension in the room. You could hear her breathing right alongside yours and Marilyn’s.

“Up. Right now.” Morticia gritted out.

You scurried out of Marilyn’s lap and stood by her desk, biting your lips and blushing. Morticia stalked her way over to you.

“I have tried to be patient.” She jeered, “I watched you mess around with her, watched you flirt with her, and now I find my puppy straddling her lap…”

You gulped.

Maybe you had taken this too far…? You completely underestimated how much your antics had actually gotten to the woman…

“I… I’m… sorry…” you chocked out, blushing furiously and looking to the ground.

Morticia chuckled wickedly.

“We’re going home. Not a single word.” She seethed.

You nodded immediately.

Marilyn sent you caring look as you quickly followed Morticia out. The whole ride to your house was silent. You clenched your thighs in anticipation.

“I want you on the bed, stripped, and kneeling waiting for Mommy.” Morticia practically growled, as you pulled into the driveway.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

With that, you scurried your ass up to your shared bedroom, stripping as fast as humanly possible, and kneeling on the bed in wait for Morticia. Your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic as Morticia entered the room, wearing nothing but her black garter lingerie set. You gulped. Morticia walked up you, craning over your pathetically needy excuse for a body, and grabbing your chin.

“Mommy’s angry…” Morticia growled, “And you’re gonna pay, pet…”

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

~~~

“Oh puppy…” Morticia wickedly purred, “you look delicious all tied up like this… and that vibrator must feel so good on that needy pussy of yours!”

You mewled and pulled against your silk ties, restraining you to all four bedposts.

“Making such pathetic sounds, such a slutty pet…” she lustfully growled.

You incoherently cried out in pleasurable pain. She’d been at this for hours… But you couldn’t get enough, your hips desperately rutting against the the toy. But she wouldn’t let you cum.

“Little bitch in heat who needs to fuck so badly, hmmmm pet…?” Morticia tauntingly growled, “Too bad Mommy’s puppy has been such a bad girl…”

You squirmed in your restrained hold, the slight pain in your wrists and ankles, pushing you to the edge even further.

“That’s why Mommy has you tied there with that pretty little vibrator…” The raven haired goddess lustfully husked.

“Please mommy please…!” You whimpered and whined, desperate for some proper friction.

“Your little whimpers and whines will make the perfect background noise while Mommy makes herself feel good…” Morticia wickedly purred.

“Oh mommy no please…!!” You mewled, “mommy I’m sorry… I’ll be good mommy please!!”

Suddenly the vibrator went up a intensity, causing you to practically keel over in pleasure. But you couldn’t come. It was becoming painfully difficult.

And then you had to watch Morticia spread out on the big lounge chair across from the bed. She stripped her knickers and spread her legs so that you could see her glistening pussy perfectly. You groaned at the sight. She then began skillfully fucking herself while drinking in the sight of your pathetic being.

“Keep being good like this and I’ll personally breed you after I finish…” Morticia lustfully purred.

“Yes mommy I’ll be so good…!! Won’t cum promise please!!” You cried out.

“Fuck Mon Amour—! That’s a good pet…!” Morticia groaned as she fucked herself to her climax, toppling over the edge with a sinful cry.

~~~

You were still tied up and the vibrator was still relentlessly working your dripping hole.

“Are you going to be good now, puppy…?” Morticia purred.

“Yes wanna cum please let me cum mommy!!” You pled.

“Oh no no…” Morticia wickedly tutted, “You don’t get to cum yet…”

You were so frustrated and you made the grave mistake of speaking out…

“Fuck off…!” You cried out.

Morticia cocked an eyebrow at your sudden disobedience.

“What, on you?” She spat back.

“Wait no no— mommy I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ll be good…!!” You cried, pulling against your restraints even more.

~~~

When Morticia finally relented on edging you on for hours, you were in for a whole other level of her anger…

She had you on all fours in the middle of the bed with your hands bound in front of you. She was pounding into you relentlessly with her favorite, girthy strap. Her hand was deliciously wrapped in your hair, as she pulled your head back towards her with each thrust.

“Fuck GOD Mommy—!!!” You cried out.

Mascara was running down your face and your clit was so sensitive you thought you would explode if you didn’t cum.

“That’s it’s, puppy…” Morticia angrily growled, “Take Mommy’s dick like a good little pet…”

~~~

By the end of the night (more like into the early morning), Morticia had milked the upteenth orgasm from you, finally allowing you to collapse from exhaustion and overstimulation.

Morticia was quick to throw the strap to the side and open her arms for you to snuggle her form. You happily complied, nuzzing into her form.

“I’m sorry Mommy…” you whispered.

“It’s alright, baby…” she husked in your ear, “but the next time you want Mommy’s attention, all you have to do is ask…”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck and nodded, causing the raven haired goddess to chuckle.

“Such a good girl…” she murmured as you drifted off.

~~~

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[crow-raven-crow]

Hellooo can you do reader and g!p Larissa make a sex tape? Then Marilyn sabotages them and leaks it then some angst where Larissa and reader fight but a good ending?

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, angst, small argument, plot twist, good ending, NSFW, recorded sex, g!p Larisa, dom!Larissa, sub!Reader, scratching, begging kink, degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, dumbification, alludes to future smut

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐚/𝐧: I think the smut in this is so… its so yummy LMAO but I do understand that people sometimes don't like angst mixed in with it SO the angst starts after the squiggles, so if that's not for you then that's your sign! i changed it slightly bUT this was fun to write heheeh

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"You gonna be a good girl for mommy? Wanna be mommy's beautiful plaything?" Her accent echoed through the room, her hot breath traveling along your neck and erupting goosebumps in its path, as her lips attached themselves back onto your exposed skin.

Your back arched into her touch, and she gladly took the opportunity to trace along your sides, moving her hands along the expanse of your back after dipping them underneath the fabric of your shirt. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and pulled her down closer to you, moving one hand to tangle into the silver locks of her hair and bring a mess into her perfect updo.

"Please- yes, Mommy.. I need you..ple-please please.."

What was once a careless make out session had morphed into something much more when the camera had been turned on. It was something you two had been thinking about for months, but with the long weekend ahead of you, now was the perfect time.

Her teasings lasted longer, her actions grew bolder and it all added to the growing pool of your own arousal between your legs. You should've known what night was ahead of you the moment you walked out of the bathroom with one of her shirts on, the only thing keeping you away from the woman was the fabric of the shirt and your panties. The way she took you in from head to toe was the only warning you got before being pulled towards her, her hands immediately landing on your hips and her head dipping to place her lips against your neck.

"You're so cute when you beg for me, sweet thing…"

Her hands made their way to your front, her fingers immediately smoothing against your nipples and making moans leave your lips. You threw your head back against the mattress, turning it to the side and looking at the camera with your half lidded eyes.

A new wave of need flooded through you at the thought of what you looked like in this moment, how well Larissa was treating you with her body on top of yours, and how much you loved, savored and drooled at each one of her touches. Your body was a temple to her, and she just so happened to be the goddess you worshipped.

Her lips made their way back to yours, a stronger fire lingering behind each kiss as they grew more needy and desperate. Your shirt was lifted over your head, quickly being discarded to the floor, before her eyes raked over your body.

"Such a pretty little thing all laid out for me.. all ready for me to take.. Isn't that right, sweet girl?" Her hands smoothed over every inch of your skin, one landing on your hip while the other cupped your sex at the end of her words. The gasp that escaped you from her actions cut off your answer, something she knew she caused but something that made her add more pressure against your core.

Her fingers moved along the fabric, feeling your wetness seep through, feeling your hips buck into her touch with your growing need for her. "I expect an answer when asking you a question, slut."

"Y-Yes- yes, all yours.. I'm all yours, please.." The increase in her dominance made you shiver, especially when you looked up at her through your lashes and watched her eyes grow darker with your response.

Satisfied with your answer, she pulled away, but before you could protest, you watched as her hand reached behind her, a zipping sound filling the air, and groaned at how her dress fell to the floor. Your eyes raked over her body, over every curve, every detail of the white lace against her skin, over the bulge that was hidden behind the fabric..

She watched as you look your bottom lip between your teeth, how your eyes stayed there, how your thighs rubbed together ever so slightly… She slowly started to take off the rest of her garments, enjoying the growing blush that settled on your cheeks as everything was now exposed to you.

After a moment, she lowered herself back down slightly, her lips hovering over yours as her hands worked to remove the last piece of clothing from your body as well. While pulling the fabric down your legs, she backed away along with it, only making you chase her lips in the process.

"On your hands and knees… You've been so good that mommy thinks your deserve your reward.." You moved with a rush flowing through your veins, the thought of her fucking you like this on recording making its way back to the forefront of your mind.

You felt the mattress dip behind you, a warm hand smoothing against your side and slowly pushing your chest down against the mattress. Her nails dug into your back as they made their way to your backside, the sweet burn making you whimper and take hold on the sheets.

"Poor baby.." Her fingers traced along your slit and you couldn't help but release your moans at the contact. They collected your slick and traveled through your folds until she started rubbing small circles against your clit. "You're practically dripping.. You need mommy, sweet girl?"

"Yes.. F-Fuck, yes.. Gods, fuck me.. please fuck me mommy.." Your hips moved on their own accord and rolled against her fingers, your body chasing a release that was built up so deliciously. Her actions stopped as a dark chuckle was released from her chest, the sound of her sucking her fingers and releasing them from her mouth following soon after.

"Oh? Seems like we should fuck that foul language out of you.." You let out a groan at her words, knowing she only really cursed during moments like these. Feeling more movement from behind you, you held your breath waiting for the pleasure to consume you, waiting for her to take all she wanted, waiting for you to take everything she would give you.

You felt her member run along your slit, coating it in your juices before meeting your entrance. She slowly pushed into you with a deep groan, savoring the beautiful moans and high pitched whimpers she was able to pull from you, until her hips met your backside. "Ah, look at you.. Taking all of mommy's cock like a beautiful little slut.."

You pushed back into her, and she took that as her sign to move. She started at an agonizingly slow pace, making you push back and beg for more, meeting her thrusts with every slow movement she made. When she picked up the pace and grew rougher, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room along with the moans coming from the both of you, the change in pace made you see stars.

The pleasure that took over you took your breath away, the air being forced out of your lungs in loud moans as the grip you had on the sheets tightened. Feeling her constantly pound into you, feeling her cock move in and out of you at a delicious rate, made you drunk on ecstasy, a moaning mess as she constantly slammed into your sensitive spot.

With every thrust, it was like she was reaching deeper and deeper, moans leaving your lips each time her hips thrusted into you. A warm feeling flooded your lower abdomen, making the pleasure increase tenfold as your high was fast approaching. A loud moan left the woman behind you, the feeling of your walls clenching around her making her curl forward in overwhelming pleasure.

"You're close, aren't you, sweet thing.. Cum for me.. Cum for mommy and show me just how good I make you feel.." Curses spilled from your lips, each one growing in pitch until ecstasy took you in its hold, a loud gasp leaving you before your body shook in the waves of pleasure that captured you. She was quick to follow suit, the way your walls fluttered around her making her cum right after you, her thrusts slowing as she rode out both of your highs.

She was gentle with you immediately after, knowing you were so far consumed by the chase for pleasure. Her lips met your back and peppered your shoulders in kisses as she slowly pulled out of you, her hands rubbing soothing circles along your arms and sides as she took you in her arms and moved you to rest against the pillows.

It was always the moments that followed that warmed your heart, how she took care of you in such a sensitive state as the fog that took over your mind slowly cleared. When your eyes opened back up, you were met with a soft smile and a glass of water after the camera was turned off, something you took with full appreciation. You had your fill, then moved to sit up a bit more even as the blonde protested, but as you lifted the glass to her lips and made sure she drank some, you were met with love filled eyes and easily found your way into her arms.

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A few days had passed, and the blonde found herself going through her packages as a break from responding to emails. Mixed in with the stack of letters was a large envelop, making her lick her lips and smile. With a few tugs, the disk was revealed in all it's glory - something that you'd both know where it would be kept, something that was truly for your eyes only.

As the hours passed, it got stuck between the papers and folders that cluttered her desk, easily getting lost in the growing sea to be found later when you entered her office. A knock at the door stole her attention from her computer screen, the redheaded botanist filtering in quickly after.

They both beamed at each other, the comfortability that they created in the short year translating in the energy that filled the room. The closer Marilyn got to Larissa's desk, the more attention she gathered from the blonde, her notes being placed aside for a moment and her glasses coming up to rest on her head.

"Marilyn, hello! What can I do for you, love?" She held her hands together and rested them on top of the desk, allowing herself a full moment away from her work to feel refreshed from the blue light illuminating off the laptop screen.

"I was wondering if you had that student file I was asking you about? They came up and asked me about it again today, and I said I would have it for them next class so they could reference their family file on their project."

Larissa stood from her desk, swiftly making way to the large filing cabinet that sat at the side of the room, long fingers tracing over folders and filtering through names before finding the right one.

Marilyn took this time to look over the items that littered the woman's desk, her eyes landing on a disk with your names on it. Knowing she could get some sort of information out of it, she took it from the pile and hid it within her own documents that she held in her arms.

Larissa turned back around after finding the file, not knowing a single movement that had taken place as her attention was elsewhere. With the file in her arms and the new potential for dirt on the two of you captured, she quickly made way back to her classroom with the intent to look over it when she was finished with her own work.

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About an hour later, you walked into Larissa's office with a soft smile accompanying you. The smile that lit up her features as her eyes caught sight of you made your entire soul swell with love for her, making you quickly walk over to her and capture her lips with yours like a reward.

"Hello, my love.." You whispered against her lips, the smiles growing and apparent on both of your faces. "How was work?"

"Hello, darling.. It's been busy, but not anything I'm not used to. Something did come in the mail today, though.." You watched as her eyes scanned over the documents that littered her desk, your hands coming to her shoulders to massage them softly as you waited for the little surprise.

You watched as her calm movements turned quick, anxious and rapid, a crease slowly forming between her brows making an unnerving feeling fill your stomach. "What is it, love? Maybe I can help look?"

You wrapped around the other side of the desk, carefully lifting up papers to try and help her land her sights on the item, only to look up and be met with a fearful expression. "Riss? What is it? If everything-"

"The disk.. Our.. tape- It came in today, and I swore I opened the package and placed it on my desk.. It's not here, but I haven't moved. Y/n, I'm so sorry-"

Panic seeped into your veins, taking over your lungs and stilling your breathing as the reality of the situation set in. This was bad for the both of you.. Being so exposed and so explicit with each other and losing a tape like that in a place like this could ruin everything for the both of you, but she seemed to only focus on herself for a moment..

"My reputation- My ability- Gods, if that gets found- I'm ruined.. There's no going back from that, and if it gets spread-"

"Larissa, you're not the only one who is in danger here." Your voice was strong, heavily contrasting your current physical state as your eyes launched themselves around the room, as your palms grew sweaty and your body started to shake.

If people saw this, they would see this as a way to take advantage of you in more ways than one. They would see you as weak, easy to manipulate, just a woman who needed her desires filled, who needed to get fucked like a slut and could be pulled any which way they saw fit.

"Yes.. Well.. Gods, Y/n.. I'm so sorry I let this happen.. It was here and then it wasn't and I should've kept a better eye on it and I should've put it somewhere safer and-"

"This is bad for the both of us.." You circled the desk and brought her face into your hands, your touch gentle to calm her and get her to back track everything since she got her mail. "But we can get through it, okay?"

Your thumbs rubbed her cheeks softly, allowing her to catch her breath as her eyes fluttered shut for just a moment and her hands came up to rest on the backs of yours. She nodded softly, before opening her eyes again. "How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm not." You let out a quick, short laugh, one that translated the amount of anxiety coursing through you. "But being anything else won't help us. Riss, think about everything that happened since you opened that package.."

"Well.. I placed it at the corner of my desk and threw the envelope away.. I answered some emails, then had a business call.." You watched her as she looked at each item on her desk, recalling the exact moment in which she finished each one and in the same order she did so. "I was able to fill this out, then took some notes about what we should do for the next school event.. After that-"

The moments seemed to click for her, her heart dropping as her words stilled, her body turning back slowly to look at you as the realization truly hit her. You waited for her answer, seeing the uncertainty and pain course through her eyes, before she spoke again.

"Marilyn… stopped by.. Asked for a file, and I went to the cabinet to look for it.. That's the only explanation.."

You brought a hand to your chin, your eyebrows knitting in intense thought as you tried coming up with a way to get the disk back. After a few minutes, you looked back at your love with a wide smile and reassured her that it was going to be okay.

You would go to Marilyn's classroom, when she wasn't there - something that the blonde goddess would make sure of when she'd call Marilyn back to her office, saying that there was a piece of the file that she forgot to give her. You'd use that time to grab the disk immediately after she'd slip out, coming back through the secret door that led to your shared quarters without being seen by the redhead.

~~

You pressed your ear against the door, listening for mumblings to come to a stop and a door to close on the other side. With the noticeable sound of the heavy doors closing, you waited just a few more moments for reassurance, before knocking on the door that separated you two.

You heard her stand from her seat, her heels clicking rapidly against the floor, before the door swung open. She rapidly made her way over to you, moving from the door to the couch within seconds, worry laced within her features and consuming her whole. "Well??"

When she met your side, you swung your arm out from behind you, holding the silver disk in its clear casing in front of you for the woman to take hold of. You watched as her shoulders relaxed and a deep breath leave her chest, the worry being washed away within seconds.

"It seems she didn't even touch it - the seal on the side hasn't even been touched. We got lucky, but please be careful with the next one.. We can keep them in the safe.." You sat on the plush cushions, the material dipping as she sat right beside you, wrapping her arm around your side and pulling you to her.

"I'll take some sort of action against her for this.. but.. the next one? Did you like it that much, sweet thing?" Her lips met your exposed shoulder, the light touch making a small shiver course through you. She moved her ministrations up to your neck, smoothing her tongue over the marks that were barely noticeable from the events on the disk. "Why don't we watch it now?"

She stood, placing the disk into the player and turned on the television that hung from the wall in front of you. She came back, lifting you and placing you on her lap, as her arms snaked around your torso. She pulled you close to her, your back resting flush against her front as she noticed your growing eagerness to watch the tape.

You turned your head around, placing your lips against hers and whimpering as you felt her shift underneath you, a clear bulge poking against your core. You turned your gaze back to the tv, as you heard the first moan echo from the speakers, a hard blush taking over you at the realization that it came from you.

This was going to be a fun night..

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𝐚/𝐧: YO I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ONE SO MUCH?

right after i wrote my last one, this was stuck in my mind like the plague like oh my. i wrote this a couple days ago and still thought about it

i've seen a few like camera themed fics course around through here recently so i thought it was pretty cool (and validating) to get the prompt and join the party

I hope you liked this, anon :) it was pretty fun to think about

x,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

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[m1lfsh4ke]

Okay if this is too fucked I apologise but anyways here's my request. Please feel free to say no! I completely understand. Could you write a Marilyn x fem reader smut fic? Reader and Marilyn have been together for a while, and Marilyn is so set on knocking reader up, even keeping a little breeding schedule. It could be g!p Marilyn or hot mommy who's somehow gotten her hands on needles, and other medical equipment she's not supposed to have or isn't even exactly accessible to the public to get her girlfriend pregnant. Oh and some mommy kink if that's okay with you. Ermmm, yeah, thank you ❤️

Happy anniversary

tw: smut + heavy breeding kink + mentions of pregnancy + mommy kink + choking + praise + soft degrading? + intersex Marilyn Thornhill

Marilyn Thornhill x fem!reader

Today marked the second year of your relationship with Marilyn, a huge celebratory night. The two of you had been so caught up with work that you worried if she’d forgotten all about today.

You sighed, a little upset by not receiving a phone call from her all day. You entered the house, softly greeted by Marilyn as she ran up and kissed your cheek.

“Hello my love…” she softly smiled, pressing the most delicate kisses on the jugular of your neck. Normally you’d like this, but tonight was just a little upsetting.

It saddened you to think that Marilyn could’ve forgotten all about today. You’ve wanted to disregard the idea and tried using her “being tired from work” as an excuse, but that came to no avail.

You greeted Marilyn back, kissing her forehead in hopes that she wouldn’t sense something was troubling you. You were wrong.

It’s like the women can read right through you. Her eyebrows furrow in the most softest way possible. “I guess work wasn’t great today, hm?” God. I wished that was the case. You nodded, allowing the redhead to take your coat off and place it on the coat hanger.

“I’m so sorry to hear about that, baby..” she paused, caressing your face with a hand. “I have something for you upstairs that’ll hopefully cheer you up,” her voice was now alluring. Soft and affectionate that you always struggled to say no to.

You raised an brow at her but she insisted.

Her hand softly grabbed your wrist, guiding you upstairs as her hips softly swayed with each step going up until you’ve stopped at the outside of your bedroom.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” Was the words that had left her lips when she opened the door, greeted with a variety of scenery in your bedroom.

Your shared bed, sprinkled with rose petals that trailed from the door. Champagne, along with two wine glasses placed on the table across the bed. The curtains pulled back, letting the view of the city and tall buildings illuminate the inside of the bedroom. And last, dimmed lights on either side of the bed allowing a soft golden color to fill in the dark colors of the room the city lights couldn’t reach.

“Oh Marilyn..” you breathe out, turning back to place a kiss on her lips. “I-I thought you forgot-“ the confession seemed to surprise her.

“My sweet girl.. how could I ever forget?” She huffed on a giggle, wrapping her hands on the junctures of your neck, pushing you back as your lips connected.

You fell onto the bed with a yelp, Marilyn smiling into the kiss. She crawled on top of you, one of your hands going to the back of her neck as the other helped you prompt yourself up by the elbow.

“B-baby..” she breathed out, feeling your lips trail down to her jawline when you pressed open-mouthed kisses.

You hummed in response, sucking on her soft, delicate skin leaving a prominent mark. She continued to groan at the contact.

She slipped between your legs, catching you off guard when you let out a soft moan.

“M-Marilyn..” you breathed out, looking up at her gaze with wet eyes. Definitely made from arousal.

“Fuc-pl-please” you were now begging, bucking your hips up to hers, feeling her bulge form. Your breath pitched in your throat when you felt her rocking back.

“Fuck, baby,” she let out this guttural moan, finally giving in and undressing you until you were left bare. She took a moment to look at you. To admire your perfect figure.

Then, you began to discard her clothing, gasp when the tip of her dick softly hits her stomach.

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“Fuck!- pl-please fill me up!-“ you couldn’t bare with her teasing anymore. She had you bent over, your knees holding yourself up as she continues to finger you, letting your juices drip on the white sheets.

“That’s not a way to talk to me, is it?” Her tone sounded disappointed, adding in a third finger that made your eyes roll back.

“N-no!-“ you wanted to cry. The aching not wanting to go away any second if she continues to fuck you in such a slow and brutal pace. “Pl-please use my holes for your pleasure!- it was only meant for you!-“ you didn’t know what washed over you, but that was suddenly something new.

Marilyn groaned at your confession as she lined the tip with your entrance. With one thrust, she was already inside you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream from her filling you within a thrust. She felt your walls tighten around her, “Jesus sweetheart, am I too big for this tiny hole? Is mommy stretching you out?” Her voice was breathless.

You couldn’t speak, let alone even a single word. So instead, you arched your back down lower, making Marilyn’s breath caught up in her throat as her hands press on the back of your arch.

“F-fuck.. you’re so fucking tight, taking me like a good girl, hm?” She was stuttering. “You want me to fill you up this badly, sweet girl?”

“Y-yes!- l-let your cum leak out of me, please!-“ you were screaming, causing the redhead to tightly grip at your waist, pulling you back as she pushed with her thrusts.

Soon after, Marilyn’s hand went to grip onto your hair, pulling you up until you two were back to chest. Her thrusts were now replaced with relentless pounding. Moaning and skins colliding filled the room along with your wet entrance. You couldn’t grasp onto the headboard, so instead, your hands flew back to the sides of Marilyn’s thigh but that became a disadvantage for you.

Her left arm held your arms behind your back as her right pressed against your throat, pressing kisses on your shoulder.

“M-Mar-“ “you don’t understand how much I’ve wanted this, Y/n.” You groaned, head falling back onto her shoulder, now making your jawline reachable for her to kiss. “Please, let me fill you.” Her voice came off as a whimper, like she was begging for this.

You whimpered out something that was probably like ‘oh god, yes please- m-make me yours forever, mo-mommy!-‘

“O-oh god.. there-right there, I’m so close-“ you gasped out, eyes shutting when you reached euphoria.

This didn’t stop Marilyn’s relentless pace. Her hand left your throat to trail down to your hardened clit. Your hips twitched at the contact, almost falling over but Marilyn’s grip was stronger to hold you.

“I-I know baby.. just a little more, okay? Mommys almost done..” she was breathing hard. Pressing open mouthed kisses on your shoulders as she trailed off to your neck, leaving a mark.

“F-fuck!-“ her curse was high pitched, allowing you to fall back down onto the bed, leaving your back to arch down again as Marilyn’s hands braced her weight on the headboard above you, now making her thrusts faster.

You spread your legs a little wider, causing you to scream out her name as her dick pressed deeper inside of you.

“Go-gonna cum, sweetheart, I’m so clo-close..” she was panting, her glasses almost dangling from her face that she didn’t care to fix.

“Mmph, fuck!-“ she whined, feeling your hips pull back as your hips met with her thrust. “Please, fill me up with your cum mommy- I want it so b-bad..” her thrusts came to a halt, making you fuck back into her.

She watched as your hips grind and circled her, making her throat instantly dry when she saw your wetness shimmer on her dick whenever you pulled yourself forward.

“B-baby, just like that!- making mommy feel so good- so so good!-“ she was now moaning. Taking one hand off from the headboard to hold your waist when she started to move again.

Your moans grew higher and higher until you felt a warm string of liquid shoot into you. Marilyn didn’t stop. She continues to bruise you with her harsh pace, making sure she got every single drop out of her system.

“It feels so good, Marilyn, f-fuck!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing for a second time that night. You managed to squirt around her cock, making her moan and whimper out your name. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!-“ her moans were needy. High pitched when she finally finished and pulled out.

Your hole gaped as her cum leaked out. Marilyn’s eyes glistened at the sight. She was enamored by your fluids mixed together that she lowered herself, kissing your folds before she turned you around to lay on your back.

“M’ fuck.. I love you so much..” you panted, wrapping your arms around Marilyn’s shoulder to bring her down, kissing her sweetly.

You licked the bottom of her lips, tasting the both of your fluids mixed together that made you let out a soft moan from the back of your throat.

“Happy anniversary, my love..” she murmured against your lips.

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A/n: my motivation to do anything has been so low lately, I apologize. My work had been shut down temporarily due to a gas leak from the other building so idrk what’s my excuse😭

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[v3nusxsky]

Hi:) i love your work so much and i was wondering if i could ask for a 18 yrs old Larissa/reader smut? It's perfectly fine if you don't want to write it tho!

They're at a party and everybody is playing spin the bottle and Larissa doesn't want to play, but she letted herself be convinced and played anyway.. But the bottle kept stopping on reader and it's getting hotter and hotter and then they end up having sex.

If you decide to write it, thank you!!!:) X

Play a game 18+

*Authors note~ I'm a little scared to write this so for my comfort I'm going to tweak the age of the reader I'm sorry love, I hope it's okay*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink virgin r dom l sub r alcohol oral fingering

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Being the youngest teacher of Nevermore was always a strange experience, most people argued you were inexperienced but you argued that everyone had to learn at some point, and you were fully qualified for this job. The principal believes in you and that's all that truly mattered. The night you were offered to go to a staff meeting (the code for we are having a staff party with alcohol) you truly felt like part of the staff.

Being part of the staff night truly was enjoyable, and perhaps a little bit like a college party, you quickly learned that the staff became very much like a bunch of teenagers. You weren't sure how but you were all roped into a game of spin the bottle. Larissa protested but ultimately lost the battle and joined the game, to say you were surprised she joined in was an understatement.

Every time the bottle was span by either you or Larissa it seemed to land on the other, to the point you were starting to think the game was fixed. I mean not that you minded, it was the one and only Larissa Weems, your secret crush since forever and your gay awakening. The rules were simple, the first time it landed on you, Larissa Weems had to kiss your cheek, which had you blushing like a school girl. The second time you landed on her so you had to give her a quick peck to the lips. Truly you didn't want to stop at a peck but rules are rules. The third was a longer more prolonged kiss and you swore down you'd died. The fourth, she gave you a sensual kiss to the back of your ear even getting brave enough to bite the sensitive skin. The moan you let free had you avoiding her gaze.

The fifth time you began to wonder if anyone else was even still playing the game, there had been a couple of other people who were spun in but no one getting as far as you and Larissa. This time it was a French kiss, somehow you ended up in the older woman's lap. Your hands gripping at her neck, not wanting to let go. The final time the other teachers at proposed a new challenge. Seven minutes in heaven for you and Larissa. You have to admit you were nervous, never going any further than a kiss here and there.

As soon as the closet door shut you turned to the older woman. "Principal weems, I uh um" you stuttered and the older woman's face fell, "you don't have to darling, I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea it's just a game" she murmured. "No! I um I just haven't ever ..." you trailed off before jumping right back, "I want to, god I want you. I just don't want to disappoint you" you whimpered only to be hushed by Larissa Weems lips.

Seven minutes sure fly by when you're having fun, the closet door opening as Larissa had you pinned to the wall, hands roaming all over your body, your thigh securely nestled between hers. "Ladies!" Marilyn clapped excitedly causing you both to spring apart as though you'd been burnt. "As much fun as as this is we are going to take our leave now, have a good night" she stated in her usual principal voice that left no room for any arguments. You followed Larissa like a love sick puppy all the way to her chambers.

Soon enough you found yourself against her door, her lips kissing all over your neck, your leg slipping back between her thighs as she subconsciously bucked against it. "Larissa" you whined needing more but not quite knowing what more is. "Patience baby, I'll make you feel good sweetheart I promise" she reassured before seeking permission to strip your clothing which you gave her, you blushed and ducked your head down feeling shy at being so exposed. "Oh sweetheart don't be shy, you're gorgeous darling" she murmured kissing sweetly before stripping her clothing also.

To say she was stunning would be an injustice. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her now naked form. "Isa" you whimpered as your gaze ran up and down her body. Her lips found yours as she walked you backwards to the bed till your knees gave out and you tumbled backwards taking her with you.

"Sweetheart, do you want to?" She purred, holding your gaze. "Please Isa, show me" you whimpered before sitting up to capture her lips once more.  "Baby if you ever want to stop just say red okay?" To which you nodded and sighed in approval as she trailed her lips down your neck and to your chest. The little sighs and whimpers she could draw from you just by paying attention to your breasts was honestly shocking you. You didn't know you could feel like that from something so small. Perhaps it was just the goddess giving you the attention.

As Larissa slowly formed a path down to your stomach, she glanced up in a silent question to which you responded eagerly, "Isa please love make me feel good" you whimpered. Never one to ignore such a pretty girl Larissa moved her mouth to your core. Lips exploring all around before finally giving you what you needed. Her lips wrapped around your aching clit and then moving down to your slit to tongue fuck you. Truly you'd never imagined it could ever feel like this.

"Sweetheart can I?" She murmured, the sight of your slick covering her mouth was enough to make you wanna cum there and then. "Oh please" you whimpered and you could've swore you died as you felt her slip a slender finger into your needy cunt. "Oh fuck me mommy" you whined feeling your walls stretch slightly to accommodate the finger. "Oh baby you're so wet. Is it all for mommy?"

"Oh fuck yours I'm yours just please mommy" you whimpered and whined as she began to move her finger, getting brave and slipping a second into your cunt, "oh fuck no more mommy please god" you whimpered as you felt the sting of your walls stretching again. You came with a loud cry as the unusual pleasurable sensation took over your body, legs shaking as she brought you down from the high. "Such a good girl for mommy darling" she reassured as she brought her fingers to your mouth, "suck" was the only command and you did just that moaning as you swirled your tongue around her digits tasting yourself.  "Want please mommy" you whimpered in your post orgasm bliss. "Another night baby, let's get you all cleaned up and we can take a nap before round 2" she reasoned with you and you couldn't help the dopey smile on your lips. Round 2, it wasn't a one time thing. And you could attempt to touch her. Had you really died and gone to heaven?

Word count~ 1289

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[billiedeansbitch]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

warning/s: none.

Weeks after the gruesome event that had taken place at Nevermore that shaken the school, and unfortunately injured you, you were excused as classes resumed immediately after the restoration of some facilities and ensured everyone's safety.

At exactly seven you knew the tall woman with silvery blonde hair would come approaching your dorm and she was never late for the past few weeks, always making sure herself that you were well tended by the staffs and her.

Without a fail the Principal now sat on the edge of your bed with a comforting smile.

"You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply." Larissa was smiling, staring at your eyes, and fondly stroking your cheek.

"And you must know that there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Larissa." You said so quick you couldn't stop yourself even from mid-sentence.

"I—I was meant to say that I've rather grown fond of you as well, Principal Weems..."

Larissa noticed the shift, noticed the difference in your gaze. She preferred the first, when your eyes were twinkling, almost looking in daze, she felt so beautiful under your eyes. She knew you meant those words hence you were the one lying in bed with an injury as a souvenir from protecting her against Marilyn Thornhill.

She didn't say anything perhaps there was nothing to say. Her lips only settled into a lopsided smile, her eye never faltering away from your features.

It was almost confusing for you why she didn't correct you the first time you called her by her first name when you knew she was strict and wouldn't allow student to address her by her first name. And this wasn't the first time you did it.

You relaxed noting she didn't retract from you because of your first statement, if so it only made her drawn closer to you. You could say her act was intimate if you didn't know any better. Larissa was kind, affectionate to mostly everyone in Nevermore, she radiated the warmth most people need, and the heart melting comfort behind her tough bravado. What she was doing right now meant nothing like how you wanted it to be.

"What are you thinking, sweetheart?" this prompt you to shove the thoughts away and looked at her.

You shook your head. The truth was useless if you couldn't have her. "Nothing, Principal Weems..."

"Are you sure? Because it seems like you have a lot going on inside the pretty head of yours." A blush crept to your cheeks for her to feast on, giving her a faint hint of what you truly felt.

"I'm positive. It's nothing."

"All right." She replied with a sigh and glanced down on her wrist watch to look at the time. She's leaving.

You mustered a poker face, masking the frown and sadness on your face but you knew your eyes were giving it all away so you looked away but the attempt was helpless when she leaned and peck your cheek this time and feel the tired smile on her lips and that was when you only noticed the prominent wrinkles, her dishevelled appearance but no less still beautiful, the dark under eyes circles appearing from the sheer make up she had.

"You're tired."

"I look terrible, don't I?"

"No." and she believed you...

"You've been on your feet all day stressing over about everything in this school. I bet five bucks that you could barely walk in those heels anymore." She chuckled.

"I might just walk barefoot along the halls back to my chamber."

"That would be a smart idea." She didn't want to go. You didn't want her to go.

"Or you can stay here. There's still a lot of space..." you were pertaining to bed, and blatantly suggesting the idea of lying together in one bed.

Yes, there was still a decent amount of space enough for another person but it wasn't guaranteed that neither your bodies weren't going to touch at some point expecting a very limited space by then.

Larissa's heart started to pulse quicker not sure how much of it you truly meant but her heart was going wild from the mere suggestion. It would be wrong to accept and she was already damned for considering it but God why must you look at her like that? So unguarded and soft and she could feel the warmth of your bed inviting her to stop being rational and fuck it.

From her tensed shoulder and gaping lips, you braced yourself from the avalanche of disappointment.

"Twenty minutes." Larissa muttered settling back down on the edge of the bed and removing her heels. With shimmering wide eyes and the ecstatic jolt in your body, you moved to the other side of the bed to make space.

The woman's aching muscles relaxed against the feather soft mattress, you warmth quickly wrapping her in ease. As your both hands now tucked underneath the side of your head, and body curled facing the woman, you had a smile spilling on your lips that could be seen even from a mile away.

Larissa turned to face you, a grin prompting on her own lips. "Don't breathe a word about this or there will be consequences." She wasn't threatening, merely speaking a fact.

"My lips are sealed."

"Good." Larissa's arm stretched across to your face, nimble fingers brushed off the hair falling down your face neatly behind your ear. She perceived how you leaned to her touch, basking in so she let her hand linger a little bit longer on your skin.

A little later, fifteen minutes tops, you started to yawn and eyelids drooping down. Larissa only watched, taken by this version of you. The one she longed to see.

"Go to sleep, my love." She said, her voice tender in your ears and making its way down to tickle your heart. The words slipped with intent it was so much easier than holding it from the tip of her tongue.

You wanted to dwell with the endearment, make sure you heard her right but you were far too heavy-eyed so you decided you will just ask her about it the next day.

The restraint she had over herself was gone, and now she could breathe better. With one strong arm, Larissa pulled you closer to her, you breath caressing the naked skin of her neck and you gladly nuzzled even more so into her, an arm draping across her waist, the action falling under the guise of sleep.

"G'night, Issa." And she felt it, you dry but warm pair of lips touching the dip between her collarbone and her heart swelled in pure joy.

She pressed a kiss on top of your head and muttered good night as sleep had taken over her as well.

#larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse

[garadinervi]

Susan Greene, La Lucha Continua / The Struggle Continues, a collaboration with Freedom Archives, 3260 23rd St – between Mission and Capp Streets, San Francisco, CA, originally painted in 1985, then restored by Susan Greene, post-2003

Portraits: Mumia Abu-Jamal, Aristide, Judi Bari, Soha Bechara, Maurice Bishop, Madame Binh, Marilyn Buck, Sitting Bull, César Chávez, Rachel Corrie, Bernadette Devlin, Frantz Fanon, Ghandi, Emma Goldman, Che Guevara, Handala, Joe Hill, Dolores Huerta, Frida Kahlo, Leila Khaled, Martin Luther King Jr., Lolita Lebrón, Audre Lorde, Patrice Lumumba, Rosa Luxemburg, Farabundo Martí, José Martí, Rigoberta Menchú, Leonard Peltier, Archbishop Óscar Romero, Edward W. Said, Augusto César Sandino, Assata Shakur, Harriet Tubman, Pancho Villa, Malcolm X, Sofia Yamaika, Emiliano Zapata

Photos: (1) Freedom Archives; (2-3) Wally Gobetz/Flickr; (4) SFGATE

#art #susan greene #the freedom archives #1980s #2000s

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Love Letters | V.H

| Vance Hopper Masterlist

~Vance's Pov~

"GET THE FUCK UP VANCE!!" My lame excuse of a father yelled, Ripping the duvet off of me.

I groaned, opening my eyes, "What do you want?" I huffed rolling back over, pulling the covers back up.

"I need you to grab me a twelve-pack of beers, I ran out again." He hiccuped, I rolled my eyes getting up.

"I just got you a pack the other day," I said, Walking over to my dresser and grabbing a black tank top and a Beige and brown hoodie and putting them on.

"Yeah and I need you to grab me more, Somebody keeps drinking them all." pfft yeah, you dumbass.

"And put some fucking pants on-" My mother walked into my room cutting my father off, Thank you so much, Mom.

"Vance honey, I need you to get me some sugar while you're out," She said in a sweet voice,

"Why do you need sugar, You are wasting our money on SHIT WE DON'T NEED MARILYN!" My mom flinched at my dad's harsh tone, I locked my jaw clenching my fist.

"I need the sugar hun, For the school's bake sale, Charlotte is joining this year." She smiled, How can she put up with my dad's bullshit after all these years?

"Vance, do you mind grabbing that for me while you're up there?" I shook my head smiling slightly, "No I don't mind momma, Anything else?" I asked, Throwing on a pair of baggy light-washed jeans.

"NO, I WANT MY BEAR, VANCE YOU BETTER GET MY FUCKING BEER BOY." He yelled pointing a finger at me, My mom sighed putting a hand on my father's shoulder.

"Please don't talk to him like that, David," He slapped her hand away causing her to wince.

I wasn't thinking, the next thing I know I have my dad pinned down on the ground bashing his gross face in with my fist.

"Vance get up!" My mom shouted pulling on my arm.

I blew a few more punches to his face, drawing some blood and staining his white shirt.

"Vance, Baby please just go, I'll take care of it." My mother cried, I got up, looking down at my dad who was holding his stomach in pain, I smiled before walking off downstairs.

I grabbed my white Converse putting them on and grabbed some money out of the jar in the cabinet. It was hidden from my dad, Just some extra money for me and my mom, My dad was never in the kitchen unless it was to get a beer or to raid the fridge, He really needs to get a job.

My mom is the only source of income in the house, I've tried to get a job or just do things for our neighbors but they're all scared of me.

Maybe I could try to look for a job while I'm out today.

I walked out of the house, closing the screen door behind me.

I watched as the town's paper boy, Billy Show-Walter rode down the street throwing papers on people's lawns, His golden retriever, Rover following right behind him.

~Y/n's pov~

I was brushing my teeth when my mom walked into the bathroom. "I need you to go to the store for me," She said, Folding her arms. "Okay, What do you need," asked, washing my toothbrush off and walking out of the bathroom to put my shoes on. "I just need you to get me some bread and eggs." I nodded my head walking across my room to grab my bag and some extra cash.

"and pick some more cat food up," She said walking after me down the stairs. "Alright, Anything else?" I asked, "Oh, and sugar, I'm baking some stuff with Marilyn for the bake sale going on at your school tomorrow." She said smiling. "Wait, Marilyn- as in Marilyn Hopper? Vance's mom?" I asked confused "Yeah, she's coming over tomorrow, You know her son is just the sweetest thing, He offered to help me put the groceries in the car for only five bucks!" She exclaimed throwing her hands out to the side, smiling big.

"Oh, that's… Nice?" I watched as She reached into her purse pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to me.

I pocketed the money as I stepped out of the house.

"You should meet Vance, I think you would like him." She said smiling at me,

"Plus you need friends," She said poking my arm,

"I already met Vance-" She squealed clapping her hands together,

"How did it go? Do you like him? What did you say? What did he say? How did you m-" I rolled my eyes at her questions,

"Mom! calm down, It went pretty bad, We bumped into each other on the way to school, He just cussed me out." I sighed looking down, She pouted, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry honey, I know how much you like him." I smiled pulling away from the hug,

"Thanks Mom it's- Wait how did you know that!?" I whisper shouted. She threw her head back in laughter,

"I found your diary-"

"WHAT YOU-"

"Calm down! I didn't read all of it… Just the part where you wrote about having a massive crush on him since pre k." she giggled.

I whined walking down the patio stairs, "Oh come on, You need to say something, he might feel the same." She was right, and Gwen was right as well, if I don't say something soon some girl is going to come along and catch his eye.

Wait what if he doesn't like me like that? What if he likes someone already? Ughhh!

"Gwen said I should write him an anonymous love letter and put it in his locker." Her eyes lit up as she raised her hands,

"YES! you should do that! I did that a lot back in the day, it was so sweet." She smiled,

"Fine, I'll have Gwen help me." I sighed walking away from the house and down the street.

I watched as my friend Billy cycled down the street throwing newspapers.

"Good morning Billy!" I yelled,

"Good morning y/n, you look beautiful today." He yelled back waving.

I blushed, continuing my walk to the store.

♡♡♡ ~Third person pov~

Y/n walked into the loud convenient store making a beeline to the egg aisle.

Meanwhile, Vance had been searching for the sugar for over fifteen minutes already,

deciding to cave and ask an employee for help. he walked up to the man who was stocking the bread,

"Where are the eggs?" he asked, the employee turned around to help but before Vance could get an answer the employee took off, running for his life.

Vance stood there with a confused look,

"I just wanna know where the eggs are!" He yelled after the running employee.

"On aisle ten, sweetheart," an elderly lady smiled at him,

"Thank you." he made his way to the egg aisle and picked up the first carton of eggs he saw.

Y/n, on the other hand, was walking to the sugar aisle, her mom was entering the bake sale so she needed plenty of sugar to bake with.

She went to grab the blue package, but another hand landed on top of hers, She looked over to see Vance's bright blue eyes staring back at her.

Vance finally snapped out of his trance.

"Oh, Shit sorry- I mean uhh," Vance stuttered out, y/n laughed as she handed him the bag of sugar and grabbed one for herself.

"Uh- so I heard that my mom was um… gonna bake with your mom," he said, internally cursing at himself for being so nervous around a girl,

Y/n nodded her head, "Yeah, for the school's bake sale," she smiled, and they began walking to the checkout together.

"Are we still on for that study date this afternoon?" Y/n asked, handing her stuff to the cashier.

Vance gulped as he tried his best to hide his tinted cheeks from the girl, Did she just say 'Study date' maybe she just meant in-

"Helloooo? Earth to Vance!" She laughed, waving her hand in Infront of his face, he quickly snapped out of it.

"Oh um- study date- like a date- but with studying… With, you," he was embarrassed and fucking pissed that she was making him feel this way.

All hot and bothered, all blushy and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'm Cool with that," he said, taking a deep breath so as to not lose his shit in the checkout line.

"Alright, I'll see you later, bye Vance," she giggled, wiggling her fingers as she walked out the door.

Why was Vance so nice to hear? Why couldn't he be mean to her like all the other kids?

"Are you gonna give me your stuff orrr," the cashier asked, rolling his eyes, Vance gave him the stuff, he gave him the money, and quickly headed back to his house.

If only he knew what was waiting for him when he arrived.

...

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@masonthameslvr @theblackphone-incorrectquotes @theblackphonesposts @deadghosy @finneyblakes @luckypinballmachine @mnsnloverhey

#tbp #tbp vance #pinball vance hopper #vance hopper x fem!reader #vance the black phone #⊱ ⤻☁💌Love Letters ‧₊˚ : ♡ #♡︎Bonnie🐇

[incorrect911argoship]

Buck: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Eddie: What- how?

Buck: You’d be like, “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 2 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.

Chapter 1. Next chapter. Masterlist.

Seresin sat trying to zone out the rambling of Jordan. "I ain't going in that damn jail, yall are gonna have to drag my ass."

Kennedy grabbed his phone and called the jail sergeant. "Hey, we got a live one. Just be ready." He clicked the phone back off. Knowing the sergeant heard the man behind the glass between the front and back of the vehicle.

He pulled into the gate, and it closed as they parked. Kennedy stepped out and pulled the back door open. He and Seresin pulled the man out and dragged him into the slider doors. They put him against the wall, and a jail officer patted him down. They got him in a cell and closed the door. Jordan didn't struggle much besides screaming he wasn't going back, as he was, in fact, back in a jail cell.

"Jordan is back?" A female booking officer spoke to Kennedy.

"Yeah." Kennedy grabbed the paper and started filling out the information and charges. He pointed out the seresin the spots to fill. He handed him the paper and Jordan's ID. Then his phone started ringing.

"What'd you find?" Kennedy spoke. "Shit that much. Yeah, that's definitely Trafficking... and paraphernelia. Yeah, babe, I got it. I'll get that added. I'm getting Seresin to fill it out." He paused for the response. He chuckled. "Yeah, I got it. Dinner? Shit, you gotta buy that. We saved your ass. We will discuss it later. See ya."

Seresin filled out the paperwork, only asking a few questions from the booking officer.

Kennedy turned around, seeing the paperwork filled out, and the female officer leaned over the counter. "Wow, the navy. What was that like?"

"Well, you know it was easy for me. I've had some confirmed air to air kills. It's nothing, really." Kennedy scoffed at Seresin's smug grin.

"Come on," Kennedy put the booking sheet on the file and walked out the slider doors. Seresin nodded to the officer and walked out behind Kennedy. "I scored us dinner." Kennedy got in the driver's side.

He sat in his seat and dialed his phone, hitting the call button before starting to drive off.

"Hey!" You answered your phone and continued patrolling the area.

"Marilyn baby, have I told you your hair looks incredible today?" Kennedy spoke up through the speakers using your favorite nickname.

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't see it, but he just knew your reactions. "Where do you want to eat?"

"The place with the burgers that you love... Bucks..." Kennedy trailed. Turning down the road towards the zone he was posted at.

"You know I hate that place and the burgers." You turned your car around towards bucks already irratated at the whining Kennedy was about to do.

"You don't like Bucks?" Seresin spoke up before Kennedy got the chance to try to convince you.

Kennedy smirked. "Two against one. HA! Up top!" He held his hand out to Seresin, highfiving him.

You parked in a spot in front of Bucks. "Great, now I have two idiots to fight with." You grinned, laughing at the celebration of the pair. "I'm here, so you'd better hurry up. We dont have long."

Seresin laughed as the phone hung up. "Your girlfriend is buying?"

Kennedy chuckled. "Monroe? She's not my girlfriend. She's with some nine - to five office guy."

Seresin chuckled. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Are you jealous?" Watching the cars pass by. Then, he turned back to Kennedy.

Kennedy scoffed. "No, we're not like that. He's just boring. I've met him a few times, and it's worse every time I see him. The dudes got the personality of white bread."

"White bread..." Seresin laughed, repeating Kennedy's dig at your boyfriend.

They both pull up parking next to you. Seresin gets out trying to stop his laughter.

You all walk in, immediately getting a table and menus one of the few perks of being an officer in the south, people understanding the rush if a call comes in.

Seresin sits next to Kennedy in the booth. You take the other side.

"So how'd it go with Jordan?" You eyed the menu. Nothing peaking your interest.

"It was the usual. Just yelling and hitting the cell door. I'm sure booking already took him to a different cell. He is a maximum security inmate, especially when he is doped up, but my new companion here..." he placed a hand on seresins shoulder. "was flirting with one of the badge bunnies." Kennedy chuckled, lifting his hand back to the table.

"I was not flirting. I was being nice." Jake defended. He looked through the menu, tightening his brows together.

"I wouldn't mess with one of them if you like your dick clean." You spoke softly so no one around you could hear.

"Air to air kills? What did you do before this?" Kennedy remembered the things Seresin said to the officer.

"I was a naval aviator. I was the best of the best. I retired this year." Jake's chest lifted. He sat down his menu.

Your eyes flicked up, noticing Seresin's smirk. It was familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You lifted your eyes to his as he was looking at Kennedy searching for the answer.

Kennedy looked over to see you staring intently. "I gotta join the military. I guess it gets all the ladies."

You looked over at him, scoffing, catching Seresin's attention. "As if. I just know him from somewhere." You directed your attention back to Seresin. "I don't know where, but I know you."

Seresin smirked. "I don't know. I've never seen you before. Maybe it was in your dreams."

"Smooth man." Kennedy laughed.

"Take some notes, Ken, honey. Maybe then you can finally get a real girlfriend." You bit back at him.

Kennedy held his heart. "Ouch."

Seresin laughed at the pair. "You'd better apologize to your woman. She's becoming the way I like 'em, feisty."

Your laugh carried across the table. "Sorry, Seresin. I'm in a very serious relationship. You'll have to find another fiesty woman."

Seresin met your eyes, leaning back comfortably. "I heard."

You leaned in slightly. "I wonder where you heard that from?" You looked Kennedy up and down.

Kennedy chuckled. "Nothing bad. He thought we were together."

You laughed, placing your hand over your mouth to keep the volume down. "You thought..." Your laugh stopped your words.

Kennedy laughed along with you. "Yeah, I told him that it wasn't like that. Then I told him about your boyfriend, who is just a real fun guy."

"He's practical. Good with money, takes care of me, the sex is decent." You defended.

Seresin lifted his brows. "Decent." He chuckles. "It's worse than what you told me." He glanced at Kennedy.

Kennedy shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what about you, Seresin? What is the Mrs. Like?" You tried to direct the conversation away from your relationship.

"There is no Mrs. Seresin yet. I haven't found anyone worthy of carrying the name." He lifted his arm, his bicep flexing, as he rubbed the back of his head. "My name comes with some background. I can't just let a practical woman have it."

You rolled your eyes. "He's a good man."

"Yeah, I'm sure the settling is comforting." Seresin met your gaze.

You looked into his eyes knowing you've seen a pair just like them before.

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[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

It’s hard to believe nowadays, but there was a time where the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp duo was known for delivering nothing but certified bangers. Edward Scissorhands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow… It was just hit after hit when these two joined forces. But in the mid 2000s, something shifted. It suddenly seemed like people were sick of Burton, sick of Depp, and most of all sick of them working together. Sure, Corpse Bride and Sweeney Todd were still well-liked, but once Alice in Wonderland hit theaters people weren’t shy about voicing their dislike of the director and especially the actor. Burton kind of skidded to a halt for a while, while Depp just kept making increasingly worse movies with Disney and generally not doing anything worthwhile after Rango, and while Alice was the breaking point, the cracks started to show in 2005 with a little film called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

An attempt to redo Roald Dahl’s novel about a precocious child touring the candy factory of a wacky candymaker was being planned for a long time, with even Nicolas Cage in talks at one point to be Wonka, and at another point good ol’ Martin Scorcese was attached to direct. But things just kept falling through until Burton got dragged in, and from there he proceeded to get things done and talk the studio out of stupid decisions like killing off Charlie’s dad and making Wonka a parental figure. Ah, but speaking of Wonka, that crucial role needed filling, and it seemed a lot of famous actors were considered for the role by the studio—Robin Williams, Patrick Stewart, Michael Keaton, Steve Martin, Bill Murray, Christopher Walken, Brad Pitt, Leslie Nielsen, Robert De Niro, Will Smith, Mike Meyers, Ben Stiller, pretty much every living member of Monty Python left at the time, Adam Sandler, and Marilyn Manson among them according to TVTropes—and Burton had an interesting idea for his second pick to play the guy:

But instead he went for his first pick, someone who’s actually very similar to Marilyn Manson in a lot of ways! Good ol’ reliable JD himself! Surely this was gonna bring in the big bucks! And... it did! It's the highest-grossing adaptation of one of Dahl's works ever, and Burton's second highest-grossing film!

Critics seemed mostly fine with it, but audiences were a lot more divided. Some people liked that it was a new and different take on the story that stayed a lot more true to the book than the beloved 1971 Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (a movie that Dahl famously hated as much as he did Jewish people, so frankly who gives a shit about his opinion), while others clung to the nostalgia of the Gene Wilder Wonka and treated this new film like a war crime. How dare they remake their favorite movie, even though this isn't a remake, it's just a different adaptation of the same book!

So yes, this movie isn’t the most reviled film out there, but it definitely is incredibly divisive, and what’s more I distinctly recall even as a child being aware of the attitude towards Depp and Burton shifting towards the more negative when this film came out. So I figured it was a high time I see about revisiting it and find out if this second cinematic outing into Wonka’s factory was really that bad, or if it genuinely was a work of impure imagination.

THE GOOD

It may surprise you to hear that this film actually does a few things better than the 1971 film. This is especially evident in the four shitty children touring the factory with Charlie.

The ones from Willy Wonka were, to put it bluntly, dull and forgettable, and came off as far too sympathetic in regards to their fate because none of them aside from Veruca Salt showcased any terrible traits that would lead to them deserving their punishments. In this film, all these kids are assholes, so watching them fall prey to the karmic justice of Wonka's factory is all the more satisfying. We also get to see what happens to them after they get out, which is kind of funny. I’m not gonna pretend that they made them the deepest and most complex characters ever, but with how they updated them and with the young actors they got to portray them, they managed to inject a bit more life into them than you’d expect.

This movie also fixes Grandpa Joe, who is pretty infamous to fans of the '71 film as a total asshole who constantly encourages Charlie to steal and just in general seems like a massive burden to his family. Here, he actually is every bit the sweet old grandpa that you’d expect, and his motivations for wanting to go on the tour are a lot nicer and more sympathetic. He also never tries to push Charlie into a life of crime, which is nice.

Of course, the very best aspect of this movie is Deep motherfucking Roy. He’s the second best dwarf actor out there, only oovershadowed by Warwick “Leprechaun” Davis, and much like Davis was in Star Wars as the ultimate Glup Shitto—Droopy McCool.

And in this film he gets the incredible honor of being every single fucking Oompa-Loompa there is, and he is clearly having a blast and busting his ass. He had no prior dancing experience, but you could not tell with how he’s pulling off all these sick moves while spitting out diss tracks for children like he’s Blood on the Dance Floor. He really is the single best actor in the movie, and that’s not to slander anyone else—Roy is just that good. Like we have a scene-stealing minor role for Christopher Lee as Wonka’s dad, a crabby dentist who hates candy, and as amazing as he is Roy still is better. You better respect this man.

Speaking of men to respect: Danny Elfman. Taking lyrics straight from the book and weaving a unique style for each kid—Big Bollywood spectacle for Augustus (that was Roy’s idea), 70s funk for Violet, psychedelic rock for Veruca, and hard rock for Mike—the songs are all genuinely great and fun to listen to. I’d never go as far as to say they’re more iconic than the Oompa-Loompa tracks from the ‘71 film, but I think they function better as songs, and the fact each of them has their own distinct style to set them apart from each other was the right way to go. I do think Mike’s song is the weakest of the bunch, feeling a lot messier than the other three, but it’s not unbearably awful or anything.

THE BAD

The biggest issue with the film is that the two most important characters—Charlie and Wonka—fucking suck.

Let’s start with Charlie. Now, to be clear, I’m not putting any blame on Freddie Highmore—he was literally a child, and even then I think he’s doing his damndest to make Charlie cute and whimsical. The issue here is definitely on the writers, who saw fit to stuff him full of all the syrupy sweet Tiny Tim-esque kind-hearted poor child cliches but forgot to impart a personality to go with them. Charlie is, to put it bluntly, a boring and generic nice guy, and one who ends up feeling like a living plot device to further Wonka’s character development, something that feels especially egregious when his name is literally in the title.

And now let’s talk about Wonka. Boy, is there a lot to unpack with this guy.

Literally everything about this take on Wonka is incredibly awkward and off-putting. The most infamous aspect of him is definitely the look; with his pale skin and dorky haircut he looked a lot like Michael Jackson, who at the time the film came out was going through a very serious scandal where he was accused of doing awful things to children in his big rich guy mansion… which is essentially the plot of this film when you think about it.

But that’s just an unfortunate coincidence! It’s an ugly look, sure, but a good performance could make it palatable, and this was Johnny Depp during his big post-Jack Sparrow renaissance working together with the guy who helped put him on the map. Surely he wouldn’t deliver an incredibly awkward, cringey, and insufferable performance that dials up all his acting quirks to annoying levels, right?

Here’s the thing: On paper, Depp’s Wonka is honestly not that different than Wilder’s. They’re both weird, quirky, reclusive confectioners with a not-so-hidden disdain for the kids touring their factory and snarky, condescending attitudes. What it all comes down to is the presentation, and to show you what I mean I’m going to use the most batshit comparison you’ve ever seen:

Burton’s Wonka is very similar to Zack Snyder’s Ozymandias.

“Now hold on, Michael,” I hear you exclaiming in utter bewilderment, “how are these two comparable? I know that both are fine with the wonton murder of children if it helps achieve their goals and that a lot of people are weirdly horny for them, but how is this a good comparison?” Well luckily I’m not trying to compare a mass-murdering anti-villain to a quirky chocolatier in terms of character, but in how the adaptation drops the ball with how they’re presented by removing the more warm and positive aspects of them. In Alan Moore’s comic, Adrian Veidt is essentially a relentlessly charming gigachad, an affable and approachable fellow who seems beneath suspicion because he exudes a traditionally heroic warmth. In the movie, however, Snyder chose to portray Veidt as a cold, distant twink who doesn’t seem particularly approachable at all (another case of Daddy Zaddy tragically missing Moore’s point).

This same "missing the point" issue plagues Wonka. Yes, Wilder’s take is just as much a smug asshole reveling in the comeuppance the children are receiving, but he also has a genuine warmth to him which is codified perfectly with him singing “Pure Imagination.” Sure, he’s perfectly willing to traumatize everyone with a demented boat ride shortly after, but Wilder’s performance and the presentation of his Wonks help sell him as a quirky genius who is more likable than insufferable, and you really understand how despite being kind of a dick he is also a beloved figure.

Depp’s Wonka fails as the character in the same basic ways that the movie version of Veidt does: He's a condescending, cold, openly rude, guy who is just genuinely unpleasant to be around despite the movie really trying hard to make him likable and relatable, to the point where unlike Wilder's take it's hard to grasp why this guy gets any respect from anyone. He’s like the proto-Rick Sanchez, except he’s not even particularly funny to make up for it. Maybe this take is more accurate to the book, but if it is it’s really just proof that taking liberties when adapting really is for the best.

And this failure is only compounded by the movie piling on a tragic backstory for Wonka. Yes, Christopher Lee is great, but there is genuinely no need to pile on a traumatic childhood and weird daddy issues to Willy Wonka. The character works best as this weird, trickster mentor figure who dishes out karma to the naughty kids and ultimately rewards the good egg of the bunch. Trying to bring a guy with a magical factory full of dwarfs who do choreographed diss tracks every time a kid falls into the incinerator down to earth and make him relatable is just a mind-boggling decision.

These are really the only two issues with the film that stand out as excessively bad, but… you see the problem, right? The titular character and the owner of the titular chocolate factory are both bad. One’s a living prop, the other is just an obnoxious asshat who is given unneeded character development that ends up falling flat, and while this would be easy to ignore if they were side characters it’s impossible to let slide since they are the main fucking characters. The whole film revolves around the two very worst things in it, and no matter how good the other stuff in the movie is these elements alone drag it down a lot.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Look, I’m not going to pretend like this is a great film. If it really is closer to Dahl’s book, all it managed to do is convince me to never read it and solidified my belief that being pragmatic when adapting books to screen is the way to go. It’s also really easy to see how the Burton-Depp fatigue came about, as this is some of the weakest work in both of their filmographies.

But I still feel like there’s plenty to like here. The songs, the bratty kids, Deep motherfucking Roy, it’s all genuinely good shit! There was never a chance it was going to be iconic as the Wilder film, but it’s disingenuous to write it off entirely when it does a lot good things (and a few things better than the '71 version). A lot of people are nostalgic for this one these days, as it's the one this generation grew up with, and honestly? I can't really blame them entirely. It's a decent enough movie, and I honestly think that score it has up there is pretty fair. It's certainly a mixed bag but when it actually succeeds at being charming it does it in its own unique way rather than trying to ape the beloved classic that came before it, and I do respect it for that.

And hey, if Johnny Depp's worst and most annoying movie role is in a movie I'd still say is okay, that's a good thing right? He couldn't possibly ever take a role more cringeworthy and annoying than Wonka in a film that's genuinely shitty, right?

Right?

RIGHT?!

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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.

Enjoy (;

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]

Heyyyy, would you be able to do a student reader (student is 18) x Marilyn fic where student is cockwarming with Marilyn. Basically Marilyn is busy marking papers in her office but reader wants to be with her so Marilyn makes her sit on her lap whilst Marilyn is inside her??? I know this is a lot to ask so feel free to not write if it makes you uncomfortable 😭😭

Full of you | (18+)

warnings : cockwarming + riding + teacher/student + dirty talk + smut

hi anon :D ! I want to be entirely honest with you, this is my first time actually writing something that dealt with cockwarming, so my knowledge is poorly limited. I've read a few fics here and there to understand the fundamentals but I'm not sure if it does me any justice😭.

"Staying up late again?" your body lazily dragged itself to Ms. Thornhill's private office, her big hazel eyes darting towards the door as you closed it behind you with a click to the lock.

"Sweetheart.." she breathed out, "shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

"The bed felt empty without you, made it hard to get some rest." you pouted, pulling Marilyn's chair out enough to make some space just to squeeze yourself in and sit on top of her. "mph.. much better.." you softly whimpered, burying your face in the croak of her neck taking in her bittersweet scent, as one of her hands held you at your lower back, and the other resuming to marking papers.

As her hand rubbed the small of your back, she started to become aware of the clothing you were wearing. The fabric glided up beneath her fingertips when her hand hiked up your spine, making her feel a slight touch of your bare skin when she lowered it back down.

"You wore your nightdress when coming down?" Her voice interrupted you, making you pull away from the warmth of her neck to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, yes?" you giggled, not knowing what the issue was when its 11pm--way past the students time to be roaming the campus. "Is there a problem?" You fucking knew how possessive Ms. Thornhill was when it came to her star student being perceived by others, but you found it painfully attractive to be put in place by her.

"What if someone saw you in this." The dress was white, silk making it easier to draw out the shape of your breasts and your hardened nipples.

You got closer to her ear, planting a kiss just below her earlobe, feeling her body shiver. The hem of your nightdress was above your thighs, making your movements easier as you ground your clothed pussy down on Marilyn, making the two of you whimper. "They're not the one fucking it off of me" you breathed out with a smile, still continuing to grind down on Ms. Thornhill's already evident bulge.

She dropped her pen, whimpering at the friction as her hips stuttered up to feel more of you. "Poor baby.. here, let me get that for you." Your hand snaked its way to the waistband of her pants with your fingertips lightly playing with the hem. "Continue grading your papers, I'll take care of you" You kissed the side of her lips, finally dipping your hand past the waistband of her pants as she gasped, feeling your fingertips graze her dick.

"Fuck- keep playing with me, feels so good-" Her hips started to buck to your touch which you found adorable.

Tugging her pants along with her boxers down, you licked a stride of your hand and started to pump her dick, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "feels good doesn't it? little slut loves to fuck herself on my hand, yeah?" She tried her best to make her handwriting look neat and not wobbly, but that came to no avail as you started to line your dripping pussy atop of her.

Sinking down to her length, she let out a guttural moan as you hushed her with a kiss, tugging on her bottom lip.

"Sh-fuckk!- So big, Mari.." you whimpered, fully taking in her whole while you sat there for a moment. You could feel her dick throb inside of you as she tried her best inputting test scores.

"C-can I fuck you, please?" Her big doe eyes looked up at you as you looked in awe, caressing her face and brushing her hair away from her eyes.

"My polite baby, of course" Placing a kiss on her forehead, you grabbed her by her wrist and settled them on your hips as you sort of lifted yourself up from her lap, making her moan at how wet you felt.

She tightened her grasp on your hips as she started to fuck up to you, whimpering at how easy it is for her dick to slide in and out of you.

"That's it- ri-right there, yes!-" You slammed your hips down, taking her full length again, making the poor woman cry out a moan.

"My sweet angel, is this too much for you? Mommy fucking this dick good?" You panted out, continuing to relentlessly ride her as a strap from your dress began to fall down to your shoulders, exposing your cleavage as your boobs bounced every time you rode her.

"Fuck- Let me cum please- Wanna make sure you walk back to the room with my cum leaking down your thighs-" You moaned at her words, bouncing on top of her even faster as you leaned back against her desk

"Mari, sh-shit!-" A loud wanton moan escaped past your lips as she fucked you deep, painting your walls white. Her legs shook when you continued to slowly bounce on her, helping her ride out her high.

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[tickletastic]

Dr. Hughie in the House

Fandom: The Boys

Ship: Hughie/Annie

Warnings: Suggestive content

Summary: Hughie decides that maybe being the one to save Annie isn't as good as he imagined it to be. Maybe he's completely okay with being the less powerful one in their relationship. Day fourteen of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: roleplay!

“I- Annie, this isn’t doing anything for me,” Hughie laughs, shaking his head and backing away.

“Really?” Annie asks, looking down at the hospital gown that she’s wearing. “Didn’t you want to be the one to save me for once?” Annie saunters over to him, lifting the edges of her gown in an attempt to conjure an image of Marilyn Monroe. 

Hughie backs away, shaking his head with a nervous laugh, “yeah, I think I might’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh,” Annie says, tilting her head to the side, “did you want me to be the doctor?” She asks innocently, her lips downturned. 

“No, no,” Hughie shakes his head, “I just want you to be you. I think that was like, a bajillion times hotter than whatever,” Hughie gestures to his doctor costume and then to Annie’s gown, “this is.”

“Oh,” Annie says, trailing off, “okay, uh, so what now?”

“Maybe we do something different tomorrow?” Hughie suggests, a tinge of guilt in his tone, “I just- this has given me grandma levels of no boner, I don’t think it’s going to cooperate tonight.” He makes a dramatic gesture towards his lower regions, pretending to scold them.

Annie laughs, pulling the gown over her head, “okay, is tomorrow going to be guard and prisoner?”

“No,” Hughie responds immediately with a startled laugh “absolutely not, I don’t have any desire to try this again.”

“If you say so, Dr. Hughie,” Annie responds, climbing onto the bed, Hughie flopping next to her, still in costume. “Does that mean you’re suddenly alright having a superhero girlfriend.”

“I was always alright with itt,” he responds with an easy smile, “I just thought a change might be interesting, but boy was I wrong.”

Annie laughs, flipping onto her stomach and giggling into Hughie’s neck. 

“Hehey!” Hughie giggles, trying to push Annie away. 

“Hay is for horses,” Annie jokes, breath hitting the side of Hughie’s neck. Hughie snorts, kicking a leg out and shaking his head. 

“Stahap!” 

“I thought you were okay with my powers,” Annie teases, her fingers coming up to tickle his sides. 

“Nohoho!” Hughie chuckles, “thihihis is ahahan abuhuhuse ohohof thehehem!” 

“No,” Annie responds, a cheeky smile on her lips, “I actually think this might be the perfect use for them.”

“Ahahanie!” Hughie squeals when she hits the spot between his belly button and waistband, bucking upwards, “stahahap! Ihihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”

Annie grins down at him before nestling her face back in his neck, blowing streams of air on his collarbones and ears, “really, Hughie? I think you can handle it.”

Her fingers spider their way up to his ribs and he loses it, thrashing and bucking while her fingers carefully take him apart. 

“AHAHANNIE NOHOHOHO! NOHOHO!” He screeches, thrashing as much as he can against her, Annie’s strength holding steady. “PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

Annie’s fingers slow to a stop as she coos over Hughie, his face red while giggles flow freely from his lips. 

“You’re so cute,” Annie says, kissing all over Hughie’s face, making him giggle even more.

“Sahahays you.”

She nods, smiling down at him, “yeah, says me.” She leans in and kisses him, starting out soft but evolving into something more intense, more greedy. When she pulls away they’re both out of breath, staring at each other with a reignited lust. 

“Remember what I said earlier about it,” Hughie’s eyes move down and back up in a quick movement before catching Annie’s eyes again, “not cooperating? Well, I think it’s ready now.”

“Oh? Oh,” Annie says, quickly realizing where Hughie is going, “well, my ‘it’ has been ready since the patient outfit.”

“Gross,” Hughie laughs, “well, tell it to behave while I take this costume off.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if it can,” Annie grins with a wink, and Hughie speeds up with taking off his clothes, tripping over himself as he tries to get out of his pants. She just laughs, watching his trip over in excitement, glad that he’s finally coming to terms with her having powers and him having none. It’s almost like it’s never even mattered. It’s almost like they can still protect each other, even if she’s the only superhero in their relationship. 

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